Creative block or autistic burnout?

On the normal and natural rhythms of being a creative

Photo by Peter F on Unsplash

Hello everyone,

I’ve been feeling a bit quiet lately. Actually, it’s more than that. I have been feeling as if I have said everything I wanted to say, and there is no point in repeating it anymore. I have been feeling as if nobody cares about what I think, and there is no point in making my thoughts public. I have been feeling as if I have been writing and publishing and promoting my work almost non-stop on social for 14 years. I have been feeling that while I love the freedom Substack offers it is yet another weekly deadline I must face, while my in person life continues to be very full and very overwhelming.

Maybe I am burnt out — after all, I have been obsessed with the problem of white evangelicalism for over a decade now, and I’ve been trying frantically to get people to pay attention to how dangerous it is. As I cast my ballot here in Oregon this week and saw Donald Trump’s name on it for the third time in 8 years, I felt almost physically sick. I, and so many others, feel caught in a time loop of ever-increasing authoritarian patriarchal posturing. Don’t we deserve some time to rest, be at ease, to live our lives however we please?