I write to know I'm not alone.

Oversharing on the Internet has been surprisingly healing.

When I got my very first teaching job, I made $26,000 a year and was given a classroom with no windows, a cardboard box teeming with dated copies of Tuck Everlasting, and four depressingly blank cinder block walls.

The latter was troublesome to me. 2010 was right around the Pinterest renaissance, so I had filled up board after board with dreamy classroom…