Alas, I Think I'm Ready

Alas, I think I'm ready to return to work. 💪

It's been a long four months. A long four months of soul searching. A long four months of ups and downs, taking steps forward and taking steps backwards. A long four months of being on an emotional rollercoaster.

I finally feel confident enough that I am well enough to return to work and continue on this upward spiral. I know there will be bumps in the road going forward, but I think I have conquered my anxiety, panic, and PTSD enough that I have the tools and strategies to work through them without falling apart.

There are still a few unknowns. I am waiting on a few other people to confirm that I can return to work. My doctor and I created a timeline that we believe will keep me on a steady path moving forward. I am confident enough that I will be able to continue making steady progress. I am no where near 100% yet, and honestly, I think it will be a year or more before that happens, if ever. Maybe this is my new normal; my new 100%. Time will tell.

I feel the good anxious feeling...the good feeling of butterflies in my stomach. Slightly anxious but an excited anxious. It feels like the first day of school, and honestly, it kind of is. The first seven or eight weeks I was at school is all such a blur. A blur of emotions. I will need the next few weeks to reconnect and connect with my students.

I am nervous to see my co-workers. I worry about being judged. Judged by the very people that know exactly of what it feels like to be a teacher. To have a challenging class. To feel the pressure of report cards. To be pressed for time in meetings. To be up at night worrying about other peoples' children. I have learned reading my latest Brené Brown book that I cannot control how other people perceive me.

I look forward to this journal of spiralling upward. The light is there. I am at the edge of the tunnel looking out. I look forward to the rest of my healing journey. 💓

Mixed Emotions...

Just when I feel like I have pulled it together enough to plan a return to work...the anxiety and negative thoughts have rolled back in waves.

This anxiety roller coaster is not a roller coaster I enjoy being on. Through all my self help reading and therapy sessions, my rational brain says this is perfectly normal and consistent with what I have learned. My irrational brain is jumping off the deep end and catastophizing everything. All the "what ifs" are rolling through my mind.

What if I fail?

What if I cry?

What if the students don't like me anymore?

What if I am not good at this anymore?

What if my lesson fails?

What if the parents are mad at me?

What if my coworkers are mad at me?

What if my principal doesn't want me back?

What if the accommodations that are being put into place don't work?

What if the accommodations do work?

What if the students misbehave when I come back?

What if some students regress?

How will that make me look?

Will it be my fault?

What if I crash again?

Constantly, I need to remind myself to do some of the strategies that I have learned. Writing this blog post is helping in and of itself. For me, writing my thoughts down seem to help put things into perspective. It helps me visualize when I am being irrational. My rational brain knows I am being irrational. My irrational brain is just so persuasive sometimes...

Today I was driving home in some pretty bad freezing rain. Road conditions were not good. My mind was wandering to the email I received from Human Resources that sent me into this latest spiral today. I figured I was ready to go back by visiting my classroom and my students. I figured then I could gradually shadow the current teacher half days or full days. I figured I could teach independently part time after that. Gradually working my way up my Fear Ladder until I was at the top. With only five months in the school year left, I figured by April or May I would be back to full time. However, in the proposal I received today, I would begin shadowing in a week for a one week duration. Then the second week I would teach FULL TIME three of the five days and shadow the other two days. Wow, optimistic. I would love to be able to do this, but I don't think I am ready. From all I have learned, climbing the fear ladder is unpredictable and there are no time limits.

As I was driving, I began using a grounding technique where I named various things that I saw. I said to myself, "Find five things that are yellow." The lines on the road, plastic coating on an electric pole, a dump truck, a sign, headlights. I did this again. Slowly my mind was immediately distracted and my thoughts neutralized.

Fortunately, stewing on this for a few hours, I came home and immediately wrote an email. I was able to put my thoughts into writing and practice setting boundaries by saying that I wasn't ready to entertain the idea of full time, just yet. I voiced my concerns and proposed part time. I haven't received a response yet and am feeling quite anxious about it. I am calling the Human Resources representative I have dealing with, who has been so understanding and patient, and proposing that we take it week by week. Baby steps.

Now to go practice my breathing, while making dinner and entertaining my kids....sometimes all of this that we put on our plates is too much. I will escape for a few minutes of quiet time.

To be continued....

Bell Let’s Talk 2019

With it being Bell Let’s Talk about mental health day, I find it appropriate. If I can use my voice to help others, then it’ll be worth it to tell my story. I thought about posting to my social media account, but decided against it. Maybe someday I’ll be ready.

So here’s my story. I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder GAD in my early 20s. I had my first panic attack at age 24; I thought I was dying and wanted to call an ambulance but was frozen in fear. My anxiety has been a dark hole for most of my life but manageable, living in the back of my head, buried....until recently. When it reared its ugly head, I didn’t recognize what was happening to me. It was all so different than what I remembered from my 20s and seemingly, more dramatic. The panic attacks re-emerged, sometimes dozens a day. In addition, I’m dealing with complex PTSD and the likelihood of seasonal affective disorder SAD (big surprise from this Texas girl). I’ve discovered that I, too, held a stigma. Apparently it was OK in my mind to have anxiety but not depression. Well, guess what, I’ve 3discovered that I was depressed. Those dramatic episodes of crying uncontrollably were depression. I fell into that deep, dark hole. I cried so much and just wanted out of the hole. The more I tried to climb out, the well just seemed to get wider. It’s been a slow process for the last few months. I’m proud to say that with the compassionate help of my doctor and my therapist, I’m out if my depression. My anxiety, well that’s another story. I have to face a few “triggers” and fears before I can return to my life as I knew it. For so long I avoided public places and even my closest friends. I am blessed beyond belief for my supportive and understanding husband who has literally picked me up off the floor and held me up. He’s been patiently waiting for the wife that he knows to return. Today, he gets glimpses of that person daily and is enduring the emotional roller coaster. Every day, I’m getting better and better. I’m truly grateful for all the people who have checked on me, stayed with me, phoned me, and texted me to check on me, no matter my mood, even if I tried to ignore them. I’m grateful for who best friend who came to see me after I ignored calls and texts for a few days. I’m grateful for my mom who flew up to spend a week with me. I’m grateful for my therapist who has listened to me without judgement and with her guidance, is helping me get out of this fog. I’m grateful for a doctor who didn’t brush me off and truly listens to me. I’m grateful to the person who took over my position until I can return. I’m grateful for a boss who is empathetic and understands and HR dept who have been genuine and not pressuring me to return. 

I have learned so much through my recent mental health journey. I’ve learned I cannot put myself on the back burner. I must set boundaries and be true to my authentic self. I must take “me time.” I’m building shame resilience (thank you to Brené Brown’s books). I will continue to heal. 

I always thought I was a person who didn’t care what others thought of me. Truth is, I do care. I probably care too much. I’ve been very worried and anxious to return to my position and face many of the people that I really do care what they think of me. 

I’ve always wanted to make the world a better place. I think I was and am but now in addition to that, I have a new cause to add to my plate....when I’m ready.

I will not let anxiety define me. I will make it through this dark place, and I truly hope I never see that dark place again. If it wasn’t for my husband, I’m not sure I’d be as far as I am. I cannot thank him enough. He’s steadily getting his wife back. 💕

Facing the First of Many Fears

From the day I stepped out of my classroom two months ago, I hadn't been back inside my classroom or school. Simply driving by the school (we are rural and unless I take a nearly 45 minute detour, I must go by the school) caused me nausea to the point of nearly vomiting. The thought of going back caused such intense fear in me that I even skipped my kids' Christmas concert (see prior post), which caused major mom guilt. Thankfully, my amazing husband went to the concert and taped my kids' performances. These fears of being back at school overwhelmed me to the point I couldn't even pick up my kids early from school two weeks ago for dentist appointments. I ended up cancelling the appointments and rebooking for after school so my kids could just take the bus home. Avoidance is so much easier.

I had been talking to my therapist about these feelings of fear, guilt, shame, and disappointment for a few weeks now. I had been wanting to talk to my principal, but the fear was overwhelming and avoidance is my temporary medicine. What would I say? How would she react? Would she respond to my email or text? Would I be welcomed back? Would I see any of my students? Other teachers? My own kids? My brain is a professional at the "what if" game.

At my last therapy appointment, I sobbed opening up to my therapist about several traumatic events from early childhood. My earliest memory is a very traumatic one; I believe I was about three years old. My patient therapist (no pun intended) listened and empathized well over my one hour time slot. Once I started pouring my heart out, I couldn't stop. I felt relieved to get this out and have someone indeed agree and validate that these examples were traumatic and abusive. It was my normal so up until a few years ago, I just thought we were a "dysfunctional family," but then again, most families seem to have their dysfunctions. I now have confirmation from a professional that this is not the case. Even though my own personal and professional experience in the education field knew that this was "abusive," I had someone validate that for me. Had I heard some of these stories from my own students, I wouldn't have thought twice about calling Children's Aid Society. My "logical brain" knew that these were abusive and not normal experiences. My "illogical brain" made excuses for my parents.

So back to facing my fear. With the encouragement from my therapist, I emailed my principal. She answered me the next day, ending some of my "what if" scenarios, but it opened up a whole new set of "what if" scenarios. I wanted to meet her after school hours, but with the impending holiday coming up, I knew that would be difficult, if not impossible. To my surprise and then immediate worry, she asked if I could meet her during the day. It was better to just get it over with and move on with my day.

With my detailed list of things I wanted to talk to her about in hand, I headed out to my school, about a 15 minute drive. I cried nearly the whole drive there, and the closer I got, the more rapid my heart rate became. Pausing in the parking lot, doing some deep breathing, and positive self talk, I headed in the school. I pushed the buzzer to be let in...no answer. OMG, one of my "what ifs" I missed. Damn it. I probably said something a little more colourful in my head, but you get the point. After a few more attempts at the buzzer, nothing. Either I was going to sit on the floor behind the solid metal door so I remained unseen or go back to my truck to text her. I decided with the latter, and thankfully I did, because shortly after the mail lady came in....probably not the sanest thing to see at a school. I texted my principal and went back in, taking in a few more deep breaths and feeling intensely hot (temperature hot), she saw me and opened the door. I bolted right into her office.

Thankfully, she was extremely receptive and let me get out everything on my list. She was kind, empathetic, and reassured me that my students were in good hands. She was thankful and appreciative for my forward thinking so she could plan appropriately for my absence. Despite not wanting to cry, of course, I sobbed right away. Obviously, it was apparent I would need more time off to continue my healing process. Upon leaving, she gave me a hug, which touched my heart and meant a lot.

Driving back home, I cried a lot more. I felt an immense weight lifted off my shoulders and the fear of going back to my school lifted...somewhat. Being back inside the building was a huge first step, but there will be a few more first steps to go before I feel 100% ready to go back to work. Baby steps.  I faced a fear, and for that, I am proud of myself. My worst fears did not come true, thankfully. Avoidance will continue to occupy me until I feel ready to face those next fears.

Anxiety is exhausting When I arrived home, my husband wanted to know how it went. I had no energy to explain to him, only mumbling that it went well. I went to my bed and wrapped myself up in my duvet and had a rest. At that point, I hadn't had a good night's sleep in a few days. Anxiety is mentally, emotionally, and physically exhausting. I needed an hour or so of just stillness.

My therapist would be proud that I faced this fear, but moreover, I am proud I faced this fear. I feel like this was a huge step in the right direction towards my healing. I still have a long way to go, but I am getting there. Avoidance is no doubt easier, but when one is ready, facing fear is necessary to heal.