JEKBreatheandBelieve
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Last Thursday I learned that a co-worker of mine had died. I work in a very small school so it was like losing a member of a close family in a sense. When I went to work on Friday, I was exhausted. I was exhausted from having to keep it together the day before in order to support my students through their grief. I also had the beginnings of a cold.
On the drive down the road to my school, I cried. I just couldn't see how life in that town could be going on without this person. How could we just keep going to school? How could this be at all right? But as I turned into the parking lot, I wiped away those tears. I pushed them back because again, I needed to be present and focused.
I ended up asking my principal if I could leave early because I was sick. I left at noon time and went home to try to sleep. I couldn't sleep.
I've spent all weekend feeling sad, but every time I start to cry, I stop. I have parts of me that think it is unsafe to cry and I myself don't think I have the time to cry.
As I prepare to go to bed, I realize that I am scared. I am scared to go back to my school tomorrow. I have the same feelings as I did on Friday. It's not right to be going back to that school without that person being there. She wasn't technically there this year, but there was the hope that she would return. Now there is no hope. And I know her spirit will live on and keep shining in this school, but it's not the same. And right now it is too hard to go back.
Anyway, I really just needed to post this because I feel so alone and afraid. Perhaps if I right it here, it will somehow help me work through it.
On the drive down the road to my school, I cried. I just couldn't see how life in that town could be going on without this person. How could we just keep going to school? How could this be at all right? But as I turned into the parking lot, I wiped away those tears. I pushed them back because again, I needed to be present and focused.
I ended up asking my principal if I could leave early because I was sick. I left at noon time and went home to try to sleep. I couldn't sleep.
I've spent all weekend feeling sad, but every time I start to cry, I stop. I have parts of me that think it is unsafe to cry and I myself don't think I have the time to cry.
As I prepare to go to bed, I realize that I am scared. I am scared to go back to my school tomorrow. I have the same feelings as I did on Friday. It's not right to be going back to that school without that person being there. She wasn't technically there this year, but there was the hope that she would return. Now there is no hope. And I know her spirit will live on and keep shining in this school, but it's not the same. And right now it is too hard to go back.
Anyway, I really just needed to post this because I feel so alone and afraid. Perhaps if I right it here, it will somehow help me work through it.