How Quitting Writing Made Me Find Myself

I felt beyond lost in the woods because I was too focused on the trees.

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February, 2025

My computer screen grows brighter in the dimming room. Dusk and the cold come to remind me that I’ve been here a while. Stuck. I want to engage my readers, but I don’t know how. Not anymore.

I’ve lost the ability to connect with my audience.

My words have no value. They’ve become meaningless specks on a largely deserted page.

Wallowing. That’s what I’m doing, and it’s serving me no purpose. I close my screen and get up from my chair. The intent is to stretch my muscles. I don’t know that I won’t open the computer to write for months.

Present Day

What caused me to stop writing? It was as though something inside had simply vanished.

I’m slowly making my way back from what I know now to be a genuine creative block. My confidence is somewhat shattered, but I’m sure I’m not the only one, so the fire inside compels me to type. To keep on writing.

I’m not sure what advice I can give about removing a creative block from your life, but I feel I must try.