• How often can I write about one word? I thought to myself. Dismissing the thought, I turned back to my frazzled mind, trying to disentangle the mess that had become my consciousness.

  • That’s what I feel pretty much every day of my life. I feel frazzled and crazy and out of control. I wish life were simple and that I didn’t have to be so disorganized all the time. I like to be organized, but no, my mind is not. Not one bit.