Dear Writer’s Block: We Need to Break Up

Look, I’ve tried to make this work.

I gave you time. I gave you space.

I even gave you the benefit of the doubt and told myself you were “just a phase,” that maybe I needed rest, inspiration, or more caffeine.

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But no. You’re not here to help me grow.

You’re here to mess with my head.

To steal my spark and gaslight me into creative silence.

So this is me, ending it.

We’re done.

First of all, you have the worst timing.

You always show up when I’m finally in the mood to write.

The vibes are perfect: coffee brewed, playlist queued, fingers ready to dance across the keyboard, and then boom. You arrive.

Unannounced. Wearing Crocs and a smug grin.

You whisper;

“Hey, buddy. Got any good ideas?”

Me: I had twelve in the shower this morning.

You: “Yeah…they all sucked.”

The nerve. The nerve.

Excuse me?

You never show up when I’m bored in traffic or stuck in line at the bank.