Misery With Company

Sometimes I just have to let it out.

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You jerk.  Don’t tell me that I will live my whole life here and waste it.  I wanted to see the whole world with you… you just didn’t want me to.

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I sat on a cliff above the ocean today and I thanked a god that I might not even believe in.  I thanked him for giving me the people I love, because it would have been so easy to go over that edge and never come back. 

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I’m scared.  One of my students writes increasingly dark poems and letters to me in her journal.  She writes about how much pain she’s in and how she doesn’t feel like she can go on.  I’ve referred her for counseling.  We have regular meetings set up.  I talk to her. I let her know that I love her and believe in her.  What else can I do to help her?

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