The tears are just as painful as my own,
Knowing how that sinking feeling drags
At the heart, the soul, the physical.
You know that you will lose your grip
And drop so very soon, while all around
Are seeming to be sailing smoothly
Out across a sky so blue,
A different sky to that known by so few.
The lady that started in the English Department at the same time as me really seems to be struggling and I’m starting to think that she might not carry on much longer.
She has some horrible classes and their behaviour just seems to be grinding her down. It’s really hard to watch someone struggle so much – because it’s normally me who is there.
I remember when I attempted to become a recruitment consultant when I was still drinking and it went horribly wrong. I recall the feeling of sitting in the office and watching everyone else thrive while I was slowly sinking.
I think that having experienced it before makes it worse to watch from the outside, because then you know just how much it hurts. I hope this lady is just having a bad week and that she gets through this. And I’m also really grateful that I’m bobbing along nicely. I never thought I’d be so grateful to be so normal!