Today was a better day. Crazy, as always, but better. My English classes wrote poetry. I instructed them to write one titled “Raising My Voice,” and the other(s) could be in the style and title of their choosing.
I worked to finalize plans for my trip to New York next week. I’ll be attending CSPA (Columbia Scholastic Press Association), a journalism conference held at Columbia University. I’m teaching three classes and sitting on a panel to discuss covering a tragedy in a school publication. We’ve got lots of media tours and appearances planned around the conference. It’s going to be a busy five days!
After school, I went to therapy. I went twice to group sessions immediately after everything happened on 2/14, but I haven’t gone just for myself. I needed to go. There are days I feel ok, and then there are days I don’t; I’m very scattered, easily distracted, my emotions come in waves, and I lack the motivation to do things I have to and things I enjoy doing. I want to feel “like myself again,” but I don’t even know what that is anymore, or when it’ll happen. I don’t like feeling out of control and not being able to feel like I have a handle on things. I need to find a balance and just allow things to be what they are. It’s a work in progress.