Stuck in my mind

I have been trying to write. Not much is coming out. A paragraph here or there that is disjointed and never gets off the ground is all I've been able to produce recently. I think about writing every single day. I can't get the words out. I have so much stress in my life right now and not enough functionality to deal with it.

I feel guilty.

I feel I was put here to write stories, and I'm not doing what I am supposed to be doing. Instead, I'm dealing wtih all the things that are necessary to survive this society. Working, errands, chores. There isn't anything left of me except an unmotivated lump.

Ideas Without Form

One of the main problems I have with writing is when I come across ideas that won't take form. These ideas press against my brain but I can't capture and mold them into coherent stories. This, I think, is part of my racing thoughts and specifically flight of ideas. I have this symptom very regularly and it gets frustrating. I want to be able to write at will and not be dragged along by my uncooperative brain.

I'm hoping that soon some of these shapeless ideas start to stick together and give me some inspiration. I feel the urge to write but I don't have the mental stamina to make it real right now.