I don’t feel like talking. I don’t even feel like typing and hearing my own thoughts as I make certain not to misspell.

I do not feel like talking. I talk all day. I get home and my children then want to talk- which is rare, so we talk. But then my phone rings, or I get texts, and my kids still want to talk to me and I do have things to tend. Afterall, I am out of the house by 6:45 AM and home again around 4 PM. If I talk on the phone, the kids feel slighted. If I don’t answer, my friends will call back. And back. And back.

I love my friends and my text messages- most of the time.

I know that everyone wants to help or do and reaches out to say you’re thinking of me. That is very kind, thoughtful and something that I would do.

However, there is nothing for me to say- as you all can read. And there is nothing I want. I have no wants.

What I need is to find my quiet since I will clearly never find my mutation.