Therapy

I wrote something about relationships last week that I was going to post today, but after all the news of school shootings, a playful post just didn’t seem right.

The school shootings have hit a little too close to home - 65 minutes away at Northern Illinois University where my brother attends school as a freshman. I was pretty shaken up yesterday and wanted to write about it; that’s how most of these posts are created anyway.

I considered writing about desensitization to violence, but soon realized I don’t know enough about that subject to speak intelligently. Then I thought about the topic of conquering “what if” thinking, but couldn’t say what I wanted in that context. I even considered writing about how you have to let adults make their own decisions when my brother told me he didn’t want to leave his violence-ridden school. Nothing quite fit though.

Instead, I decided to just write. You can read it here, or not. I don’t care. I wrote it for myself, and sometimes that’s the best therapy.