My name is Heidi: I am Destroying YOUR Country
I am face down on the floor in child's pose, inches away from the furnace warm air blowing over my body, tears pooling on the floor. Adam took Ivory to the bus stop. Sylvan is playing. I am crying. I have been crying and crying and crying. I got the day wrong on which I was to deliver the salad to the staff lounge at Ivory's school and it was the last tiny little snow flake to land on a mountain of snow and set off an avalanche. It is rushing down and nothing will stop the force of gravity until it reaches the valley floor. I will be the first to admit this is one part hormones mixed in with a million other things: The feeling of failure that has been building for months. The feeling that I am okay at many things but not great at anything and not being able to figure out at which skill I am supposed to excel. The years of sleepless nights. My constant battle against the natural state of the universe -...