Break the Silence...

I finally am hoping it's gone. Hopefully it is.

Anyway, here's the lowdown. Around my former local area, it was common knowledge that I wrote songs, a lot. I would write whenever I could and had to carry a notebook no matter where I went. You could actually see me in church: one moment, I'd be completely attentive to the goings on in whatever was happening during service, the next moment, you'd see me sitting down with my notebook writing. Also carried everywhere I went was a green binder with all my songs typed out. With my band practices, you never know when it would be needed.

So, I had written so much, and I loved it. And I was prophesied over that it was one of my greateset gifts, that I had been blessed with that talent. And I was proud of it. Maybe a little too proud.

In April of 2004, I wrote one of my last songs. I didn't make that conscious decision. Just all of a sudden, I couldn't think of anything to write. I would get ideas, and they'd just fall dead. Maybe it was my pride. Maybe it was that my head wasn't straight, or maybe even my heart. But something wasn't right.

I became worried. I fell deeply in depression, wondering why this gift had abandoned me.

Last night, I finally did something I hadn't done when feeling emotional in a long time. I wrote a song. It came back naturally, and it was one of the best feelings in the world. I'm hoping there's more to follow.

But all in all, I don't know what stopped it, but I know what restarted it. I guess it goes to show that there's a season for everything.