One of the seventh graders I work with a lot threw me for a spin today. Though I should have been expecting it. I relate to the kid a lot, and he's comfortable around me. Today he was fine when we were all hanging out during lunch, and then in class he became very pissed off. He wasn't following directions, or doing anything we asked. Adam tried talking to him and he wouldn't talk to him. After awhile when he started to shove a needle through the top layers of his hand I took him out in the hall and talked to him. He was quiet at first then he talked to me some. He's on Aderol, and he just came off of Prozac because it made him worse. He's still dealing with mood swings, and he goes from mood swings, to destructive behavior, to suicidal thoughts. He went to get a soda and I saw him walkign back in the hall. I gave him a hug, and he hhugged be back, squeezing me for a few moments, looking as if he was going ot cry, before letting go and continuing to walk with me. He has my numbers and knows he can call whenever he needs to or wants to. To know that I mean so much to this kid right now amazes me. I can relate to what he's going through, and remember the harder times...and to know that he's going through it right now makes me wish that I could take the pain away from him and make it all better. But I can't, I can only be there for him when he needs me, and let him know that someone cares...