Breaking Up With Writers Block

Dear Writer’s Block, It’s not you, it’s me...and altho I know you may not believe me, it’s true.” All my life i have put myself in situations time and time again where I don’t belong. My relationships have endlessly been a vicious circle of dysfunction and destruction, a series of lame, comfortable excuses that allowed me to justify why I never reached my full potential as a person, a writer, a mother, a daughter,a lover, a woman. My involvement with you is no different. Our relationship, at this point, is toxic for me and it needs to end. I know you are only trying to protect me from ripping open old wounds. I know you have tried your hardest to give me time to heal and have protected me from my memories, but I am ready now, I know I am. I didn’t want to have to tell you this but it’s bound to come out anyways, I am deeply involved with Demetrie again and I love him more, now than I ever have and for the first time since we have met, I can actually feel him loving me back with an honesty I’ve never felt before from him. It has given me hope again and most of all it has given me strength, the kind of strength that I have always needed to write. I can finally try to write about the very things that once upon a time drove me insane. I feel an excitement so fresh and so vibrant it showers me with nothing but a raw determination to keep forging ahead into the unknown. Even the fear of such a journey feels refreshing. I’m alive again and it doesn’t hurt as much anymore, so u can let me go now. If you don’t, I’m leaving u behind anyway. Please don’t make this difficult, I don’t want to leave on a bad note, for I am sure there will come a day where I may need you again to protect my busy mind from overload and breakdown, I’m sure there will come a time, for the sake of creativity, you will embark upon me, your services again...but until then, I bid you goodbye and I hope u bid me good luck.
Sincerely Yours, Christina