My Cardboard Balcony

Wow. This week. Coming back to work. Trying to salvage things. Having it all blow up in my face. Coming to terms with the hard facts. I'm not going to lie: It has been a nightmare. An absolute nightmare. The negativity, the bullying, the complete lack of empathy from some people. I have suffered from tremendous anxiety. I have lost on hours of sleep due to my heart rate not slowing down. I have had to close myself off from several students I respect and admire. I have had to see these same students suffer due to other students who should not have the titles they hold or the praise they receive. I have had to meet with mentors, friends, and leaders at my school to try to figure out how I can get through this and how I can make everyone's experiences better. It's all hard. It's all maddening. It all feels insurmountable. But I need to make some hard decisions. I have to call people. I have to arrange meetings that will torture me before they happen, during the proce...

This Is Getting Out Of Hand by Belinda Roddie Can everyone and everything in my life just chill, please?

I feel as if an invisible barrier holds me back from the treasure chest. I can almost smell the pine of the wood, catch a glimpse of gold beneath its heavy lid. I want to hear it creak open so badly. But my palms are flat against glass I can't see, and the reward I desperately desire just sits there, taunting me. If only I had a sword or an axe or a chainsaw. But then again, I think this is all impervious to physical weapons.