The creative block that applies to all of us, creators.
There is that moment when the canvas remains empty and the mind freezes, as if every stroke were forbidden. The writers block becomes a burden: an inner silence made of anxiety, exhaustion, and doubt, where one begins to question one’s own worth and right to create. The heart tightens, momentum fades, and one wonders if it will ever return. Then, in this almost desperate hollow, one finds a painful, oppressive passage toward a rediscovered impulse — a fragile inspiration that finally comes to illuminate the white surface.