Letting Go?

I’m learning to let go of my intrusive thoughts to gain further control over how my mind works. You know, those 'funny' thoughts which seem to bore deep into the recesses of your skull and take root—refusing to go away until you have come to make rational sense out of them. They are not always negative; they, however, are very wild and often alien to what my nature is supposed to be.

Unfortunately, this seems to have thrown a cloth over whatever form of creative inspiration I 'used to' have. Because I no longer let these thoughts sit and stew in my head, I seem to have lost the ability to conjure up any piece of cohesive writing.

Is the price for gaining better control over my thoughts and sanity losing my creativity?

Is creativity birthed from some form of madness? Is having an abnormal world view the way genius is created?

Even as I pen this down, I find my thoughts straying to other topics of interest. (This is a way I have learnt to control these intrusive thoughts—by letting my mind wander to other places, yanking away the root which sits somewhat inconveniently at the back of my mind). And as my mind wanders, I wonder if I’ve lost the plot.