Writers Block by Becca Belliveau

I went to a psychologist for two years and I basically learned three things. One: the classic…express yourself. No matter what, open your heart mind and soul and vent your expression. So here it is. This is what I feel. This is what I'm expressing. I have writers block, which is ridiculous because this is my first assignment. Can I even call myself a writer? Anyways, "whatever I am" block sucks. Especially when everyone around me seems to be writing so diligently or being annoyingly loud and nonchalant about this whole assignment. Normally, it's easy to write, I can just pick a story off the top of my head and write but of course in my time of need I can't think of one damn thing to put. Not to mention I feel the need to be one hundred times more creative cause most people in this class can write a kick ass story without even trying, but I should probably stop comparing myself to other people. I know no matter what I do I will never be them, but hey, they will never be me. Two: the inspirational….stay positive. So here it is. I am choosing, with my glass half full attitude, to see this block as stepping stone. Well, in swimming your block is your platform. It's your own little stage. So maybe "writers" block is just another way of saying here is your stage, here is a pen, go ahead and dive into your story. Now all I am waiting for is that moment of clarity. Three: so disturbing…the ugly truth. So here it is. I wasted two years and hundreds of dollars to tell me things I already know. But hey, I got one crappy story out of it.