Some times the best medicine for getting out of your own head is writing.
A few years ago I told a story about my time as a nanny in Boston. It began to evolve into something that I enjoyed weaving into a story of characters...I've been writing and revising and writing some more.
I haven't touched it in about a year. But today I opened the file and words began to flow again.
I often find myself needing to create. It is good to feel those juices flowing.