Anyone there?
I have had the hardest 3 weeks. It took a major effort to move into my new school, pack up old stuff, unpack my stuff and be ready by the Open House. 3 days into workshop week and I learned a student from last year that had a degenerative disease passed away the night before. I felt like a floodgate of grief opened. I know I am mourning the loss of this amazing life and the parents have one other son that has the same thing. They are fighting for his life. The day after that I learned I will have a wheel-bound chair student with MD. The person informed me that even though her condition is guarded, she may die...
Too much. I don't want to be in the grade I have but took it as it was the only one open. Room is crammed and I am getting new students and the wheel chair can't move around very easily.
People are wanting to help me by telling me how to reorganize my room, but the deep levels of fatigue, I can't bear the thought of any of that. While I am already seeing the great things in these students, there are some other really troubled ones there that I can't connect with.
I feel completely overwhelmed and that leftover Cymbalta is calling me.
Anyone ever get off and have to go back on then try to get off again?
Anyone?