I wrote today, after years of not doing it, just 2 poems.

In high school, I wrote all the time, short stories more than poetry and of course, all those English papers and essays as I was in Honors & AP English classes.

And obviously, I have this hypergraphia anyway. But I'd rather not journal or blog, and a lot of my creativity has been zapped by meds. Or maybe even just changes in my brain; I couldn't write when I was pregnant either, and I was off meds until the last month.

I think I'm going to look for one of those sites online that have writing prompts, set a small goal to try a writing prompt, see where it goes. Do it again if I like it. I loved writing so much growing up and miss my connection with it. Online posting doesn't really do it for me.

I was a bit surprised I wrote a second poem after the first; I hadn't seen that one coming. It feels so good when you can do what you know you love to do, even if it's buried deep inside now. I guess the spark is still there, a bit a least. Not going to pressure myself about it though, just try and see. If I try and can write, that's wonderful and if I can't, I can try another day.