I miss you, blog.
you. I’m not even sure I would even want my thoughts on paper.
Nonstop acrobatic thoughts.
kicking my butt and hurting my heart.
school activities I’ve been doing, but other matters have been weighing on me.
year it’s not the paperwork or duties or therapy that I struggle with.
and knowing nothing you do will ever really be enough.
into the cracks that, try as you may, you cannot save.
homes- that maybe it’s better just not to speak.
ill ones. The huggers and the scowlers.
to truly get to everyone’s needs.
to fix things. Make everything better. Like trying to wipe up a huge spill with single
ply toilet paper that keeps tearing from the roll….
about them. I pray for them.
these days) I’m thinking of the dilemmas…the seemingly hopeless situations.
caused quite a few tears lately.
not) so please do excuse this little post in my moment of melancholy. Perhaps
it’s because I just spent 2 days at CPI (crisis prevention intervention)
training and the fact that we need that training at all makes me a little sad.
next day after the training- even worse.
babies in crisis and their teams who are giving their all.