There are days I feel a little lost. When the darkness of the world sweeps in. Reading a letter from L, who is depressed, or watching a TV show which portrays all too vividly the absolute sense of loss that sweeps through a life after a death. And when you’re young - especially in high school - you have no tools to handle that. No strength of mind, no knowledge of sorrow. So if grief reveals itself to you suddenly you’re tossed to and fro on its waves and come out fundamentally changed - it can shift the whole course of that fragile, vulnerable life. I don’t want to work with high-schoolers - not only do I think that it might break my heart, but I’ve also always been drawn naturally to older people. But they need care. And help. So much of it. When there’s no sturdy ground to hold onto, when parents are preoccupied or unaware, or simply unable to dream a life for their kids beyond the one they themselves have - someone needs to be there to point the way, or to stand beside them in confusing times.

The Fray running through my head.

“Lost and insecure/you found me, you found me/lying on the floor..”

(Source: Spotify)