Thousand yard stares. Crying jags. Random attacks of some unnameable beast that you wish had physical form so you could fight it better. So that you could prove its existence.
I admit, this is a personal daily hurdle for me. But it can fuel very effective writing. It does for me.
You may see it as a bloodthirsty creature. You may see it as rivers of anguish. Actually, you probably have better pictures in mind than I do. I’m not trying to put me down, but your pictures have every right to exist too, and I want you to think of them.
Then, give yourself permission to write it down. That’s important.