Where do I find my beginning?

Years ago, someone once admitted to me that if they didn't create the music they heard inside their head, that they felt as if they would turn crazy; that they would just burst.  At the time, I thought that was absurd. I now realize that even though my creative outlet was limited, I was still creating. I was still doing. I couldn't relate.

Today paints a different picture. I'm in the midst of combustion. I can see it all around me... A piece here, a piece there. Something has happening here and it's because I don't create. My hands are tied. This took years of work.. A blow out like this. I've lost my self inside myself. Here's to getting me back.