I don't know what the day after an anxiety attack is like for others, but for me, it is a recovery process. I am physically exhausted and my Fibromyalgia is fully inflamed. My brain is foggy and my memory, in a vault with no chance of remembering the combination. Concentration? There is very little. I have the attention span of a gnat. That is why it has taken me almost 45 minutes to type this much! What is going on in my head? I am super paranoid, who all knows about yesterday's events? Is that person not smiling at me because they too now think I am crazy?
On a larger, more public scale........There was a massive shooting at an elementary school today, in Connecticut. A minimum of twenty-seven kindergarteners and first graders were killed. All because a parent lost control. THAT is crazy! Who in their mind, would find it a reasonable decision to go into a school and shoot a bunch of children? I can't even begin to wrap my head around what those families are going through. Why? Those families, those children.... I just cannot imagine. As the parent of three children, all of whom are in elementary school and my husband, is a teacher. Acts of violence at schools, hit incredibly close to home. No teacher is paid enough for putting up with disgruntled parents. Even my husband has had people threaten his career, his personal life, and verbally attacked him. This is not new to any teacher. No child, teacher, or support staff, should be afraid to go to work. If our children can't be safe at school, where can they? My heart goes out to the families of the victims and the families of those within the community.
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