My Derech, On and Off. Parenthood, Drachim and More. In my darkest times I still felt like there was something holding me back from actually doing it. I had a hard time sleeping last night and had just dozed off when I heard the very familiar rustle of footed pyjamas on crib sheets.

No, I am just different. Why when someone is labelled as mentally ill, do we suddenly see them as less than? Why when someone leaves the orthodox derech, do they suddenly become inferior, a no good free person? Because I am different? But the barrier of denial is both inside the individual and between us, when we label the mentally ill as inferior. We all have our strengths and weakness and it is not.

Now the village has only a little bit more than 30 inhabitants and some abandoned buildings reminding about its good times.

At that point I sat down with my coteachers for a short while and we discussed my responsibilities. Grade, which included after school classes. Grade, and finally, I would be teaching a parent class on Fridays on my own as well. Yikes! The first 8 days.