When I was a kid (and falling apart because my life was too hard), my mom told me over and over and over that I should always go to my teachers if I needed help.
Many years later, this sentiment has been more and less true. Sometimes, when I’ve reached out for help, it’s been there in full force and amazing. Sometimes, not so much. Yes, in spite of my mother’s universal advice, I have been in situations where going to someone has actually made things worse. More than once. Want to guess which rut I’ve just hit again?
63 days and 19 hours till it’s all over. Amen.