Words without meaning

I write a hundred things a day in my head,  but when I sit down nothing, nothing comes forth.  When I do write,  I fall asleep and erase it the next day because it's gibberish. 
I have the same conversation a hundred times.  I explain why I left,  I explain my silence.  But it's only to myself,  I've left sanity far behind. 
And life moves on,  and I become a distant memory. 
Now for sleep,  it's going to be a  busy week.