Today, I write.

An attempt to fight writer's block.

Trying to remember how it felt to write was the moment I began to feel the light in me die.

Words coming out as easily as I thought about them became foreign to me.

Did I need to read more? I thought.

I read more.

Nothing.

I tried to reconnect with nature.

Nothing.

I tried using AI.

I almost hated myself for that, lol.

Then I kept asking myself what I needed to do, who I needed to talk to, and what I could do to make it better.

Then it hit me.

I was trying to write my words perfectly.

I was trying to be something I wasn’t. Perfect.

Then I decided I’d write. Anything and everything that came to mind.

A talk on my day, the way the weather felt, everything.

I would write everything.