by Maura Campbell
There's a traffic jam on the tip of my tongue. The pile up is at least a mile long snaking down my gullet clear to my toes. At least it feels that way. Ideas, names, numbers that used to move with ease and clarity from head to voice box to tongue to lips are now a jumbled pile up causing heartburn, anxiety and self doubt. Am I losing my mind? It feels as if I am on a perpetual detour in danger of being late to my own life.
Maura Campbell, author of Testosterone, usually writes for other people - putting words in the mouths of (and on the page for) assorted public relations and marketing clients.