time to write

I have not been able to write anything as the whole story feels so huge. I mean, it IS huge. All the girlfriends, violence, alcoholism, drunk driving, starving, you can imagine. At the moment I have anxiety. Like there would be something special I'd need to do. But there isn't. I have went for the shops and done shopping. I'm writing. I've ironing HIS clothes, which HE washed himself. That's ok, that's avoiding anxiety think. Do something. I got a stitch in my hand as my kitty ran out of the door and ended up in a cat fight. And I just ran to save him and as he was still in fight mode he bit me. But I'm ok. I'm sorry, there would be so much which needs to come out but it doesn't. Soon I hope. But all is still the same.