survival

I did it.

I survived.

they tried to break me.

and they nearly did.  a few times.

many times they tried.

many ways.

creative ways.

devious ways.

But I made it.  I got through it.  I survived.

I lived to tell the tale.

The tale of my life as a high school art teacher.

for six years.

I have  some people to thank for my accomplishment.

First off, I'd like to thank the Black Keys and Jack White

for my musical therapy

my friends at Mink's for supplying me with medicine

my cousin Kate for making me laugh

emergency drinks after work with my fellow soldiers

Damion.  my hour and a half saturday morning yoga instructor

treehouse meetings with my comrades

Munroe.  for holding me when I cried and taking me to Taqueria

mental health days

mis amigos at Willy's

I still can't quite believe that it's over.  Already I've been sleeping better and feel so much more at peace with life.  

Now, onto the next challenge.



edit:   is it a coincidence that Band of Horses'  "Funeral" played as I published this?
weird....