Then I had my last class of the day (teach psychology in high school). My problem student comes sauntering in 5 minutes late and starts talking in an extra loud voice about how someone had taken a shit
(excuse the language) in the sink in the boys room. He yelled to me. "so what's wrong with a person who does that - what mental disorder does he have?" (The other really nice, ordinary kids in my class are all crinigning.) He continues on about the sh-- in the sink. I go back to his desk and confront him and tell him to move his seat to near the door, sit down and be quiet. He tells me to say "please." I tell him to "move now!" He moves but mutters about the black kid being ostracized to the corner of the room. I FEEL AN OVERWHELMING URGE TO DRINK COME OVER ME. I CAN'T WAIT TO GET HOME AND HAVE THAT FIRST GLASS! Then the fleeting thought is gone and I settle in and teach the class. I recognized the urge, named it and it went away.
When I got home, husband was already drunk. Days like this I don't think I'll ever get past this madness.
I just had to write guys, because at moments like this I feel like my life is hard and I get no support. It goes deep -way back to childhood. But, hey, I'm 56 and you'd think I could get past some of this craziness by now. Am I just sabotaging myself? I feel that I've really lost my way in life. Sometimes, I think of suicide only because it would be easy and end the pain and I wouldn't have to ask anyone else to change. I could just walk into the Atlantic Ocean in the winter. I used to at least have some spiritual beliefs and went to church but I don't even have that now. Religion has only caused all the misery in this world. It's Christmas, and I feel absolutely no spirituality. I think that I've lived too long. Once I was a happy, optimistic person.
Now I feel beaten back and in a haze everyday sorta just slugging through life. Thanks for letting me just express where I'm at. It feels good to write it down. Em
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