Dear Diary… I Can’t Write Today

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Writing


Dear Diary…

The good old writer’s block, where you want to write words but they somehow only feel the need to stay comfortably in your head. For the past few days, I’ve experienced writer’s block, absolutely nothing coming through. It’s a painful experience.

Some would say, "You need to declutter your mind, find something engaging, or do something you love aside writing and you’ll get your words back." But alas, it doesn’t work that way sometimes. Sometimes you just sit, waiting for the words to come out, waiting patiently for sentences to form, but then there’s nothing.

Then the miserable feelings begin. Nothing feels right anymore. A deep, dark hole, that’s what you feel you’re in. I know it wouldn’t last forever, but in those moments, it feels like it might. And in that stillness, I realize something, maybe writer’s block is not the enemy. Maybe it’s just a pause, a chance to let my mind rest before the floodgates open again. Maybe it's giving me the opportunity to try other things than creating scenarios. The pressure to constantly create can be overwhelming, and sometimes it’s okay to not have the perfect words. Or be a perfect writer or being. 

I’ll wait, and when the words return, they’ll be ready to be written, in their own time.


With love 
Hoodie Girl ❤️❤️

Comments

What's going on? said…
The words will come. Your mind is just resting. 💯
February 1, 2025 at 11:11 PM
Datboigreat said…
Sometimes all you just need is an inspiration. but then when it comes never forget to always write it down so you will not forget
February 3, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Hoodie Girl said…
A writing pad and pen are always ready for it's work
February 5, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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