Madness? Me?

So much ta' do n' so little time ta' do it in. Gotta' sleep some gotta' rest some and the dang heat is like ta' too much. I need help n' so I'm gettin' from lots a' sources. The business ideas the hopes dream, plans n' more are sorta' like too much sometimes n' feels like my mind is gonna explode n' stuff. So I drink, that seems ta' settle me down for some, the jitters n' that go away n' so's I can focus, for a spell, by then it's nigh on ta' dark n' time for some sleepin' n' some readin' when I can concentrate myself for a few minutes at a time.
Yes I need help. Some chemical imbalances must have occurred when I was in the womb, some many years ago. I ain't whinin' ner complainin' xactlly but Mom she sure did drink and my brain was formed around that chemical stew n' so now... Modern science to the rescue and some folks ta' talk to n' like that.