I worked at school yesterday for a few hours. I got a lot done. I have one more bulletin board to get up. I think I might do it tomorrow. At least get the fabric and the border up. I haven’t really decided how I want to set it up, but I can at least get the last of that dreadful black down. I do like that the bulletin boards are behind the counter so the kids won’t be bumping into or rubbing against them. Once they’re up, they should stay up. Once I get my room finished, I will only have to worry about my lessons. No one has even mentioned observations or pges to me. I will have to deal with that crap at some point.
Just Keep Swimming
I am a 47 year old adult child of an alcoholic. My childhood could have been a Lifetime movie. I am dealing with PTSD, anxiety, and severe depression as a result. I am working on gaining an understanding as to what this means and learning how to be okay with myself. Some days, just killing myself and being done with it seems like the most sensible option. On those days, I keep telling myself, "just keep breathing in and out, that's enough for today."