I once told someone it's okay to fail a test. That failing a test is liberating. I am not feeling so free right now. This has been the week from hell. My best friend's son had a seizure that resulted in his death. He was only 21 years old. That is too young. He was such a sweet kid. He did not deserve that. My son was very close to him and he was devastated. It is very difficult to attend a funeral of a young person. I absolutely hated that experience.
My focus has been off. I cannot get into student mode. I was trying my best to separate from my employer, get my finances in order and manage my crazy life and I am having one hell of a hard time. I feel like crap. DiVA...a failure? This cannot be. In the history of my adult studenthood this is probably the second time I failed a test, that is not counting math tests which I have a tendency to fail because of my math anxiety. My personal life is in shambles. I won't go into details about it but I just feel like an awful human being. The house is a mess. I would cry, but what is the point of that?
Right now I need to make some decisions about what I am going to do. Am I going to make this school thing work? Or will I return to the world of floor nursing?