I know it is selfish to exist like this.
I tried to get well, but every corner I turn there is another challenge or set back.
I don't feel strong anymore.
People talk to me and I answer, my voice sounds unreal, the words I speak from a film.
I watch people as if I am in another world.
Everything hurts. Every interaction. Even with family and friends.
The only thing that is real is the interactions with the child who threatened me with a knife. We are both struggling in a fog. I see him switch off sometimes and I want to be in that place too.
How can it be that the only person who understands is the person I want to run away from?
I want to scream. Six weeks in that classroom. Feels like a prison sentences.
I am scared he will attack me when he knows I am leaving. I have to send a letter out this week.
I am scared that there is nothing left worth living for. I am broken. I try to collect all the pieces to make a new version of me. But it doesn't seem to work.
I tried to get well, but every corner I turn there is another challenge or set back.
I don't feel strong anymore.
People talk to me and I answer, my voice sounds unreal, the words I speak from a film.
I watch people as if I am in another world.
Everything hurts. Every interaction. Even with family and friends.
The only thing that is real is the interactions with the child who threatened me with a knife. We are both struggling in a fog. I see him switch off sometimes and I want to be in that place too.
How can it be that the only person who understands is the person I want to run away from?
I want to scream. Six weeks in that classroom. Feels like a prison sentences.
I am scared he will attack me when he knows I am leaving. I have to send a letter out this week.
I am scared that there is nothing left worth living for. I am broken. I try to collect all the pieces to make a new version of me. But it doesn't seem to work.