I don’t know if it’s my third straight week on antibiotics, the narcotic painkillers, or all of the things in my life I’m currently afraid of (there’s a big list), but my brain is not operating at full capacity.
I try to write.
I want to tell you what’s going on. I want to make you part of the conversation. I want other people going through divorce to see how poorly I’m dealing with the fallout many months later so they can make better choices.
But I just can’t. I, literally, can’t form the words.
I just tabled a post I’ve been working on for an hour because I can’t write. I don’t know how to finish it. Or transition to new thoughts. Or say anything relevant. Or write a sentence without 46 typos in it.
To craft readable material, there are parts of my brain I need to function which don’t appear to be functioning.
Hopefully I can scrape together the mental fortitude necessary to actually write soon.
I promise I’m trying.
Drugs do not make me a better writer.
Now I know.