Fosterhood in NYC

Whoa, out of no where I became super sad about Jacket tonight. I guess it’s not totally out of nowhere seeing as it’s Halloween, but I was definitely blind-sided by the emotions. I switched shifts at the shelter and went home a la the-last-thing-a-crisis-needs-is-the-mental-health-person-melting-down.

Sometimes you just need a Xanax.

I’m that person whose therapist had to spend years convincing that they aren’t going to become a drug addict if they take a benzo once or twice a year. I’m glad I took it.

If an NYC foster parent ever needs a day off to pop a Xanax, I’m your [babysitting] girl. If I could help someone out this way, I think it’s reason enough to stay licensed.