About three years ago, I hit a creative wall that left me virtually songless for a solid two and a half years. I don't know exactly what caused it; I think it was a mix of life changes from getting married, starting a new job, having a kid, etc. It was soul-crushing. Writing is how I process the world, so a season like this caused my brain to pressurize incessantly with no release to the point of me almost accepting the lie that I couldn't write. That is the ultimate death of a writer and I'm sure it happens to far too many of us. The continual feedback loop of self-doubt and criticism mixed with the desire to say something profound in every line almost made the writing stop.
Here's the thing...it didn't.
I picked myself up off the floor along with all the scraps of semi-good material from the garbage I wrote for two years and realized that I can do this. I realized that not only could I do this but I now had two and a half years worth of ideas and experiences to work with.
Writers: don't let writer's block stop you. We need your songs, poems, stories, pictures, and paintings. You need them for yourself just as much.