the beginning

March

I finish watching another horrible "scary" movie:::The Presence (it's awful, I do NOT recommend) as I wait for my husband to return from fixing the window at the pit we are trying to sell, I wait for my daughter to return from going to the circus with my folks, and my dogs lie by my side, loyally. 

A little about me: I'm a teacher--of the special education kind. My passion is mental illness because I think we all suffer a bit. I think that it is something that many people choose to not deal with and that's bad, bad for us all. I work at a therapeutic school program and have for 10 years. I taught elementary at this school for 9 years when I was asked to move to secondary. I was nervous and scared, but I did it and after 8 months, I've never looked back.