I find that the most difficult thing for me concerning writing is not not having ideas or finding the right words, but overcoming my shame. I am often paralyzed with anguish when I sit down to write. I have nothing to say, how could I - I'm just a nobody. And what if somebody read what I've written? I'd feel exposed and vulnerable and that's something I don't want. I wrote some academic papers a few years ago, and I remember it was difficult for me to read them and in fact, to even be in the same room. I'd just take a quick peek and then I had to leave the room to get some air. And the same goes for the creative writing as well, but now it's not constant. This, I think, is due to the impossibly high standards I'm in vain trying to live up to, and the depressions that follow from the inevitable failure. My medicine for this condition is to write something, anything, without censoring, with no critical judgement whatsoever. You just sit down and decide to write whatever comes to mind, and if nothing comes to mind, then write that: "Nothing comes to mind". See, one sentence already. And theres always something there that you can describe. The room you are in, the weather outside, your clothes, your cat. Just concentrate on the feel, color, texture, taste of things and write that down. And don't crit your writing afterwards! Congratulate yourself if you managed to write one whole sentence. Give yourself a prize, tell everyone what incredible progress you're making and how worthy of praise you are! Your case may be totally different from mine, but I sincerely hope that you can start writing again, with whatever method suits you.