I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
"Opening up like this is a moment far from my proudest. But these demons keep pressing me; I swear they're the foulest. But I've grown comfortable with their presence. My conscience is calloused. My dreams are their playground, my thoughts are their palace."
"If you tell a person with anxiety to 'just stop,' well you might as well just stop your mouth from spitting any more unhelpful garbage that your conversation counterpart will want to take it right to the trash."
