Working has always been so stressful. I don't know how many times my mind thought of death. How many times did I break down and cry all the way home. Tom used to understand and then he was no more. Years of feeling like a coward because I wouldn't/couldn't stand up for my kids as I should. Years of being sick.
No more. 90 days to figure it out. Oh God - help us figure it out. I am done. I can't go back. I can't teach. I can't pretend. I can't lie.