Insanity! 
I can't sleep, I can't finish a project, I can't find the motivation to do anything purposeful. 
I play hopscotch most evenings: watch half of a mindless t.v. show, then stare at a computer screen for a few minutes, try to read a few lines, then, reread them in hope they won't flee.   I escape into a lonely game of solitaire, but usually find myself staring once again at actors who are safer than real people. My sewing machine hums no longer, my easel remains as blank as my mind. Words occasionally appear on paper, but even they seem a jumble.
Hold an intelligent conversation? Too exhausting...
New activities? Too overwhelming...
How long will this wilderness continue? 
All I really want to do is sit and remember.