I've been having a "writer's block" for three months already. Haven't written anything proper stuff for ages, and I couldn't figure out why.
Now I think I found the reason for my lack of inspiration. Yesterday I bursted for a couple of friends with my accumulated frustration towards an unbelievably toxic person. They're not a friend of mine, rather a bully who has been trying to harass me in some really imaginative ways for half a year, including leaving a fake suicide note, about which they warned some people in advance that 'it's not real, don't worry', and telling everyone it was me who made them end their life, despite the fact I hadn't talked to them for three months.
An hour went by, I was meditating and taking some time for myself. Thought that it's easier to cut off a person than a cancer, despite that they can be equally harmful.
Lucky to have some friends to stand with me and to keep an eye on this prick (thus taking care of my security) while I don't want to do it anymore. I mean, this person isn't their problem, they don't have anything to do with them, but still, they were ready to do this for me without hesitating. I don't know how to thank them.
Well, back to the writer's block. After making some arrangements and delegating my security checks to these friends of mine I wrote FOUR PAGES of a short story that has been circling in my mind for weeks. FOUR PAGES. FOUR. In less than an hour. Didn't know it was about that, but apparently it was.
I like the taste of freedom here. :woot: