Why does every time when I pull out my notebook or open up my computer my finger crunch, and my brain pains me. I feel sick to my stomach and dead in my fingers. My mind turns empty and my soul screams no. About anything no, I feel sick, I feel stupid, my words are of a fifth grader. Is this only temporarily? Will it last a year? My imagination is not what it used to be, my heart does not beat to the excitement of writing. I spend months now not going back to a topic that I once enjoyed. Writing is not a disease, it is a work, and I wan't to quit. But sadly, I am trapped, and I enjoy it.