Finding Creativity again….

For years, I told myself I just wasn’t creative anymore.
I’d stare at blank pages, empty canvases, silent instruments whatever medium I used to love and feel absolutely nothing. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to create. I did. Desperately. But every time I tried, it was like my imagination had packed up and left without leaving a forwarding address.

Art block isn’t just frustrating…it’s personal. It makes you question your identity. You start to wonder: If I’m not creating, who am I?
I went through that spiral more times than I can count. I’d scroll through social media, watching others make incredible things, and feel this mix of admiration and envy. It wasn’t about comparison it was about longing. I wanted to feel that spark again.

And one day, quietly, I did.

It didn’t happen in some cinematic moment. There were no fireworks, no “aha!” scene with inspirational music playing in the background. It was small. I doodled something silly on a napkin one morning. I didn’t overthink it, I didn’t plan it. It wasn’t “good.” But it was mine.

That’s how it started slow, gentle, and imperfect.

I realized that part of what killed my creativity was pressure. I expected masterpieces every time I picked up a pen or brush. I forgot what it felt like to play to make a mess, to create just because it felt good. Creativity isn’t a faucet you turn on and off; it’s more like a garden that needs care, patience, and sometimes a bit of wildness to grow again.

So I stopped waiting for inspiration and started creating through the block. Some days, all I managed was a few rough sketches or a short journal entry. Other days, I felt that familiar flow return the one that makes time disappear.

Now, I understand that creativity doesn’t vanish; it just hides when it needs rest. It waits quietly for you to slow down, look inward, and remember why you ever started creating in the first place.

If you’re stuck right now, please don’t give up on your art. Don’t give up on yourself.
Start small. Start messy. Start anywhere.

Your creativity is still there it’s just waiting for you to come home to it.