Often I find myself caught in the clutches of writing anxiety.  The thought of turning on my computer and writing about my experiences freezes me on the spot.  The rush I get from streaming a tv show to block the discomfort, is enough to make me forget what I love to do: write.  I realize how long it has been since I created a post and I am disappointed in my own lack of effort.  I used to use writing to process all of my dark raging emotions, now I turn to romantic asian dramas or quaint murder mysteries.  Mentally, I put myself down for not progressing in my books or putting in effort; it is an unhealthy habit.  I know I can write, because others have read my stories and can’t wait to read the next part.  I was about to write a poem today, but I decided to share in this form.  I may go through long periods of time filled with dread when it comes to writing, but it doesn’t make me any less of a writer.  The same goes for any of you who experience writing avoidance.  Sometimes it just takes a small paragraph posted to a safe community of writers to carry us to the next piece.