is this a piece of my brain?

Everything I write these days are all inane and pointless, I think because if I were to think about anything meaningful like my life, my future and that of my child, I'd collapse in a heap and whimper.

Oddly enough though, when I think about the thoughts I could be thinking if I wasn't avoiding them so diligently, ones that if I wasn't so vigilant about saving my sanity from, could transform me into a puddle of snot and snivel, I've got absolutely no idea about what it is I'm avoiding thinking about.

Slam three tequilas then come back and tell me if any of that made sense.