Thank You Seminary Teachers

These last few weeks have been very hard. My temporary little brother is in the hospital again. I am in my Junior year of high school and am trying to figure out which colleges to send my ACT scores to. I'm taking an ACT prep class. I have all Honors classes thanks to the fact that my high school doesn't offer anything less than honors. I have no part of my body that's in alignment with the rest. I've been doing yoga in Fit for Life, and can't even do the parts that require me to lay flat on my back, because my body is in to much pain to lay flat. I can't sleep without strange unsettling dreams, or replays of the worst parts of my life thus far. (not yet in my twenties, I doubt life "could never get harder than this!" and I'm OK with that) I have a strange guy at school who will not take the hint and leave me alone, and even went so far yesterday as to hug me after I had clearly said no you may not hug me. To add to all this, my parents want to list our house to sell by this Saturday. Headaches are normal for me, not having one is very strange, but lately it's not having migraines that's strange. I have seen my dad hardly at all over the last couple weeks, and never when he has time. The highlight of my day are the last two of my eight classes each day: Seminary and Ballroom. I love music with my entire being. Seminary is the only way I get through the day. Today I couldn't take everything anymore, so I walked out to the seminary building during lunch, and asked my Seminary teacher to give me a blessing, he grabbed one of the other seminary teachers and though neither of them had oil, they gave me a blessing of comfort and peace. I'm not scared to sleep tonight, and I'm pretty sure I can make it through the end of the school year without my brain exploding. Thank you so much dear seminary teachers all over!