There is a boy I tutor who tells me that sometimes even when he’s home, he doesn’t feel at home. During our session he told me, “I want to go home.” I ask him, “where is home if not here?” He said, “I don’t know, but I don’t feel like I’m at home right now.”

Who would’ve thought I would resonate so well with a 6 year old. This empty suffocating feeling I get when I’m in my “house” is poisoning me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go. All I know is I need to leave.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.