On Friday, after coming into work I was called into a meeting. In this meeting we were told that one of our teaching assistants committed suicide on Thursday. Her father found her. She was 22 years old.
I had to shut all emotions off in order to greet and teach that day, but at the end of the day it was hitting. I ached for the father who will live with the images and pain of discovering his daughter. I discovered my daughter’s attempt in time to save her life… this young woman’s dad did not have the same chance.
I am lost in thought and sadness. She was so young… What made her do it? Could we have helped her and prevented this? So many questions, but I know in my heart that we often do not see.
I am numb…
