I almost deleted everything.
Every draft, every note, everything that leads me to write.
Everything became so dead to me.
Sometimes, I feel relief; sometimes, I feel so regret.
Sometimes, it feels like I am losing myself in the black hole of my thoughts.
Slowly, slowly, it led me from 1 week to 4 weeks, then 2 months, and when I saw the calendar, it’s been 6 months since I last wrote for myself. I have just been doing my job. Not writing what matters to me. Something that makes me alive.
At first, I didn’t feel like quitting. It was more of a feeling of taking a break. I kept telling myself that I was just busy.
It’s become the reality — Life got busy.
Self-doubt got louder.
Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that my words didn’t matter. No one cared.
If you’ve ever felt that you’ve lost a piece of yourself or that you’re shouting into a nothingness, this is for you.
Because I am here to tell you that you can find your way back.
I did. And it wasn’t pretty, but it was worthwhile.
Here’s the Ugly Truth
For months, I avoided writing like it had been a miserable ex. After opening my laptop and I suddenly remember other tasks to do, I would quickly shut it off. “Maybe tomorrow,” I told myself. Tomorrow became weeks, then months.
With writing, my productivity is also gone.
Truth: I was scared. Scared of not being good at what I love to do, who defines who I am? Scared of being judged. Scared of realizing I wasn’t as good as I thought I was.
But the real kicker? I missed it.
I wasn’t writing for myself. I missed the way writing made me feel alive.
The Unexpected Thing That Saved Me
I hit rock bottom. Not the kind of rock bottom where you’re lying on the floor crying (though that happened too), but the kind where you’re so frustrated with yourself that you just… stop.
I called my best friend and dumped all my frustrations on them.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.
“I want to write, but nothing’s working. It’s like the words are stuck, and I can’t get them out.”,
“What should I do? I want to write, but nothing is working. I feel stuck.”
She looked at me and said something I’ll never forget:
Whatever you're looking outside, it’s always in you. You just need to find out.
At first, I said- I don’t need another quote; just tell me what to do…. But a few seconds later, Something just clicked…
Yaa… I started thinking about this. An idea just popped-up; everything was so clear to me like clouds after the rain, and I could see the sun and beautiful rainbow.
Here is what I did:
1. I wrote a Birthday Letter. Then Another. Then Another.
It started with one letter.
An intern-turned-friend was celebrating her birthday, and instead of sending a quick “Happy Birthday” text, I wrote her a letter. A real thing, the memories we shared of what I felt with her, how she was showing her best in every way.
Not to impress. Not to be poetic. Just to say, Hey, you matter to me.
And something shifted.
That one letter made me think of old memories. So, I wrote another letter. To another friend. Then another.
Memories I had buried started resurfacing. The late-night talks, the laughter, the promises we made to never drift apart.
With every letter, something in me unlocked.
I wasn’t writing for an audience. I wasn’t overthinking structure or perfection.
Furthermore, I was simply writing about my thoughts and feelings, and writing the memories and moments we spent together.
And that? That was enough to bring me back.
2. I Started Reading Like My Life Depended on It.
I stopped forcing myself to write and instead let myself absorb.
Books. Essays. Old messages. Even random snippets of conversations I overheard in shops or while teaching kids.
I read without expectations. Without trying to “learn” anything.
And the more I read, the more I started hearing words in my own head again.
3. I wrote — But Not Every Day.
I didn’t dive into a daily writing habit.
At first, it was once a week. Then twice. Then, without realizing it, I found myself reaching for my notebook even on days I hadn’t planned to.
The pressure was gone. And that’s when the words finally started coming back.
4. I Let Myself Be Bad.
The biggest shift?
I stopped trying to write well.
I just wrote. Messy, unstructured, imperfect. I permitted myself to suck.
Because here’s the truth: You don’t become a better writer by waiting to feel ready. You become one by writing; badly, awkwardly, inconsistently; until one day, it starts feeling natural again.
The Lesson? Writing is a Relationship.
For months, I thought writing had abandoned me.
But the truth? I was the one who had abandoned it.
I expected inspiration to strike like lightning. But instead, it came in quiet moments. In birthday letters. In memories. In the small, slow steps back to myself.
Overcoming writer’s block isn’t about following a strict formula but finding what works for you. So if you’re stuck, if writing feels impossible, if you’re convinced you’ll never get it back, here’s what I want you to know:
Your words never left you. They’re still inside you, waiting.
You just have to find your way back.
Have you ever felt creatively stuck? What helped you get out of it?
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