My world seemed perfect until January came and I returned from Christmas break. Two of my students informed me that one of my kids from last year was killed by gang violence. My best friend called the same day and said her mother was losing a battle with cancer. I missed a day of school, cried it all out, sought therapy, and went back to work dressed up like Caesar and ready to have my sophomores stab me with lollipops. February rolled around, and right before Valentine's Day, my friend's mother passed away. I missed work again because of my anxiety attacks. I attended the funeral, cried it all out, sought therapy, sought counseling from friends, and went back to school on Valentine's Day with treats for my kids and dressed in red and pink. On February 18, after a wonderful week at school with my kids and with the amazing staff at my school, my pet cat, my rock, my baby boy who was my only source of light in my traumatic household, passed away suddenly. I don't know what happened. He wasn't sick. And as if my heart couldn't get any more broken, here I am. I've become very depressed. I spend my nights, mornings, and time in between classes just crying. I have nobody to lean on for support. Nobody cares about what's been going on. My friends kind of ditched me. My family stopped caring after a week went by. I plan on doing an intensive outpatient program after school. It sounds silly, but at this rate, I have no friends or family to help me during this difficult time. I missed another day of work last week. Even today, I came in without any prep or lesson plan. My kids just worked on the chrome books. Every time one of my kids asks me what's wrong, I change the subject so I don't start bawling. I don't know if anybody knows what I'm going through or if anyone cares, but I feel like I'm dying. I don't know what to do to make this pain go away.