Free Writing and Irony

I'm watching "The Help" on showtime, for the second time tonight.  I should be studying the different types of tissue that makes up the human body, but instead I'm watching The Help again.  It inspires me each time.  It makes me want to write.  It makes me want to write something that someone might want to read one day.
It's so ridiculous that I feel like I have nothing to write about worth reading.  I have lived some extremely chaotic years, and have written about them here, but the thought of organizing them into a coherent work seems just too hard.
I've got some stories... stories that shock people and make jaws drop... but I can't seem to figure out how to make these stories into any sort of "work" that would be worth the effort of editing/publishing/marketing.
Still working on the whole self-esteem thang.