Dear Diary,
Today I'm going to Maya's house for the first time. I'm quite nervous, but I still think it's time to visit her. She's been to my house a few times, and I really feel a good connection, and I think we can build a strong bond. So in short, it's time.
I enter a cozy, warm, and inviting house. Maya immediately suggests we go to her bedroom. Her bedroom is quite large, but it doesn't feel empty. It's filled with bright colors, lots of cozy blankets and pillows on the bed, and beanbag chairs on the other side of the room. We settle in and immediately start talking, first about school and then about all sorts of things.
After a while, I hear a knock on the door and Maya's mother comes in. She's made us some snacks, and I have a nice chat with her too. She's incredibly sweet and very hospitable. I immediately feel a pang of jealousy. Why can't my family be this relaxed and welcoming? For us, it feels like we're having a briefing about our day during dinner; there's more emotion behind it.
After a while, Maya tells me about Mrs. De Wit. She's the teacher who came to collect Maya's forms while we were in class, and she's also the same teacher who checked in on us after the fire drill. Maya tells me that a lot has happened to her too, and that Mrs. De Wit has helped her tremendously; she's the school psychologist. I tell her my concerns about her possibly talking to other teachers, but Maya assures me that she's bound by professional confidentiality and therefore can't discuss anything with anyone. She even suggests we go over together; just to chat about the fire drill.
That evening, when I get home, I decide to seek help; I'm going to email Mrs. De Wit. As soon as I get home, I open my laptop and write an email to Mrs. De Wit. After rereading it, I delete it again, and so on a few more times. Then I decide I don't like putting everything in an email, so I delete everything I've written again and type, "I think I need to talk to someone." I stare at it for a long time, and then, finally, I click "send."
- G