Absolutely. On the regular. In fact, today (Thursday) has been one such day. I didn't get to sleep until 6.30am, and woke up every hour until 11.30am. This is the first thing I've managed to write all day since finishing that really long piece about Trump at about 3am.
I've learned a few things about myself today. I've learned that if I get too tired, the nerves in my left hand go to sleep and everything except my little finger goes numb. I've learned that after a week of solid, intense anxiety, my head begins to spin. I've worked out that I need to eat an awful lot of bland junk food to slow down weight loss when my stomach's spinning so much that I can't even face one meal each day.
So I've spent the day in bed with junk food and vitamin water. So far the things that are going down easiest are crackers. They don't make me feel like I'm about to throw up within five minutes of eating them, which is always a plus. I've been occupying myself by watching Mr Robot on an Amazon Prime Video free trial.
There's no bullsh*t on this blog. If I'm having a day where I'm struggling to write anything of any obvious value, I'll tell you straight up. Because here's the thing: I'm not perfect. I'm not 100% healthy and recovered. I'm still a person living with mental illness.
If nothing else, I hope that this helps you realise and accept that you don't have to hide your write-off days. Sometimes it's okay to sit down and not be able to write. You don't have to hide.