It's been five years since I've made a serious effort at writing. I should expect to be a little rusty, but this is the pitts. It's like language decided to leak out of my brain as if it were a font and I'm leftover with the most elementary of words. I was diagnosed with PTSD recently, so I've had a lot on my mind, I'll admit that. But I returned to writing to heal and thus far it's more frustrating than it's worth. I remember when words would seem to burst out of my fingertips like firecrackers. Language was electric, then. Now I have to gouge it out of the recesses of my mind with a spoon.
I fear this will be permanent.