I was blocked.

Not writer's block.

Bliss block.

The pressure.

The walls closing in.

Survival mode.

A patient helped me get unblocked.

By asking me one question.

How can you take care of all of us if you can't take care of yourself?

Good question.

I had to listen.

To her.

To get unblocked.

I had to meditate.

I had to do yoga.

I had to write a song.

For her.

And slowly but surely.

I removed the blockages.

Unblocked.

Free to express.

Free to be me.

Free to love.