Yeah, well...first step is learning to talk about it....right?

Well, recently a freind asked why i don't write, well here's why:
I had an abusive step-mother, i hated her, but i couldn't do much about it. So i wrote songs, stories poems, i drew and i would keep them all in notebooks. The night she left, she took them all and set them on fire and made me watch. Then she called the cops and told them i wouldn't stop hitting her and i went to go get a gun and to come fast. They did -doing their jobs- they handcuffed me and made me tell them my side of the story and fill out a police report, they let it go though so i'm not in jail or anything. I promise i didn't hit her, i couldn't for 13 years of my life.
This was recent and i have not been able to write anything good since, i'm still making it through each day.