I want to write. I want I want I want to write.
I’m feverish, exhausted, trying to mother, trying to grow a baby, trying to stay focused on one thought, trying to rest.
I want to write. I can’t put thoughts together while my head pounds and my chest rattles and my nose fills and blocks and drains over and over.
My tooth broke again, 10 days after being repaired. I can’t sob the way I want to over feeling so helpless.
I want to write. I can’t until I can think and stop and breathe.