Twelve years ago my life changed drastically. My older daughter and I had a fight and the resulting fallout sent me into a psychic meltdown. I have always suffered from depression but this time was bad. I took a leave from teaching. My mother came to stay with us (I still had two kids at home) and to help while I was treated. Last summer I suffered from anniversary anxiety and had a difficult time. This summer is so much better.
Seven years ago school started without me. My teaching career had imploded. I was hurting because I felt that teaching was my way to use my God-given gifts. I struggled to imagine a life of without students.
One year from now I will be studying for the bar. It is hard to imagine that I have just two semesters of law school left. The party is being planned. Not only to celebrate my law school graduation but to mark how far I've come from 12 and 7.
