I’m not a writer any more.

As a kid I always said I wanted to be an author when I grew up. And for years, that is how I’ve identified myself. A writer. An author. A book lover. Every thing I did was usually somehow linked to books and writing. It was every bit my passion, and I never thought that would fade. 

Until it did. Slowly, carefully, like a match biding it’s time. Until one morning I woke up and realized I hadn’t written a new word in months. 

And yet… I was okay. I didn’t feel anxious abou...