I hadn’t planned on quitting either.
I hadn’t planned on waking up with chest pains every day. Hadn’t planned on a co-worker whom I had to report for unprofessional behavior turning on me to the point where I was afraid to go to work. I hadn’t planned on that same person, my”coach” standing in front of my class and loudly proclaiming, “You don’t know what you’re doing.” I wish I could say it was the first time she had yelled at me in front of students. It wasn’t.
Like you, I found some acceptance. My own superintendent concluded that I had been, in her words, “targeted.” But don’t get me wrong. It has not been easy. By the way, if one more person asks me, “Couldn’t your union help?” I will lose my mind all over again. Yes, the union fought for me, but I was too tired and too, yes broken, to continue.
As with you, my mental had to become my priority. Thank you for shedding light on what so many people don’t want to talk about.