›Still Lost

The day I wrote “Lost”, I went to my final class of pre-practicum and spent over an hour being questioned about my skills and abilities by the head of the department. Finally, he said I had the skills to move on to practicum, but this did not make me happy. I went home angry and frustrated.

When I got home, I started to talk to my husband. The TV was never turned on, and he just sat there and listened. The time pasted quickly and with the passing of time, my feelings began to pour out in tears and words. What had been passing thoughts came out in full complete sentences clearly illustrating to my husband every bit of stress I had been experiencing.

It has been a little over a week since then, and I am still mulling through my mind trying to find my way out. Can someone show me the door?