First year/early career teacher burnout is real, I wish I knew it was a thing before I took the job.
I told my husband what I did and his reaction brought everything crashing down.
I struggle with the words to speak, but I need to get them out.
My family refused to recognize that my grandmother had committed suicide, because mental health problems are a "White People Thing."
At my worst, I am bedrock hidden under the layers of my sheets. An odorous thing inside me eats and eats, and my mind begs for release from corporeality.