Vacant Mind
My head is vacant.
I sit down to write and nothing comes out.
I close my eyes to think and I am staring at emptiness.
For some reason I can’t concentrate.
So many prompts to choose from, and nothing.
I love to write, yet I can’t.
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This attack of depression is hitting me hard.
I’m not sure how or why it started.
Nothing happened to trigger it.
My home life is amazing.
Yet here I sit
with my imagination drowning.
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MY THOUGHTS ON THE SUBJECT ARE AS FOLLOWS 
I think this was a perfect post for breaking writer’s block. I felt your heart.
Sometimes thoughts don’t form words. Thankfully it isn’t permanent!
I hope it’s not! Thanks for reading.
Depression can be the catalyst for greatness or just sleep. Great job with the challenge. Writers block sucks.
Thanks. Maybe if I could sleep for a few days, I could get over this…
I’ve been there. ((Hugs))
go blog hopping find someone to encourage, fake it if ya have to. 🙂 HUGS Deana
I’ve tried that! Nothing is working right now.
ummm how about a half gallon of Death by Chocolate ice cream and a big spoon? 🙂 just trying to help lol just know you have lots of friends who are here for you, will walk with you through this!
Ice cream! That just might do the trick. Thank you so much for being here.
Sorry you’re feeling down.
Thank you Tara.
This happens to me. I’ve been told perhaps hormones. I think in my case – “they” are right.
Hey – can I sit on one of those chair by you & maybe we can beam some thoughts to each other for inspiration! 🙂
Thanks Rosy! I think the whole hormone thing makes sense. Also, all the stress I have at work lately.
You’re welcome.
Hope things get better for you at work.
pull up a chair and feel it for a while
take a load off your mind and your feet
and your heart, and
smell and taste and touch and imagine
and hear and stand up and sit down
again
then write , then think, then write, then feel
then smile
I love this comment. It is filled with encouragement. Thank you.
Look at me. Look at me…. now think…think about those in Boston, think about those who cannot walk, who cannot see, who cannot hear… keep looking… think of the starving, the abused, those in pain, those who are dying…now look into yourself, your heart and ask yourself are you in their position? Are you suffering? Yes, but only with the evil nasty thoughts that you are allowing to fester. When we are down , things appear so much larger than what they are. You know how I have been the last few weeks and truly where did it get me? It kept me down, I didn’t want to rise above for I felt safer in my dark world. Then I said enough of this nonsense, think of how lucky you are, think of your family…now look at them and yourself and smile.
xxx
Let me see a 🙂
I know that I have nothing to complain about. I just wish I could shake this feeling.
Loud music – DANCE!!! xx
Terrific idea! I think I will!
I can relate to these words more often.
Simple yet so beautifully said.
Thank you for reading.
I can relate too. Passing clouds
Im so glad you stopped by.
The chairs of nothingness do look very depressing. You wrote well of your writer’s block…perhaps you broke the block?
I think writing this helped! Thanks for your kind words.
The writers block well described. Love it. 🙂
Thank you so much.
I love your description, it felt all too real. ‘Yet here I sit with my imagination drowning’- so true and so frustating.
It is an awful feeling. Thank you for reading.
I feel this way some times too… More times than I care to admit…
It’s a scary place to be. Thanks for reading.
How true. It’s like a cycle – mental block is discouraging and leads to depression and that depression discourages the mind from working. What to do what to do. Just as you did – write about being blocked. 🙂
I can completely identify with the frustration in this piece. Well rendered! Thank you for another lovely VisDare. 🙂