My little brother. One of my earliest memories is the day he came home from the hospital. He had our mom on bed-rest for a long time, so I believe we were all ready for his arrival. I remember being in the family room, and mom was holding him low so I could see him. He held my little finger with his tiny hand, and I immediately fell in love. Continue reading “My Brother, My Heart”
In 2001, I thought I was handling my recent stress and anxiety well. I was a 6th grade teacher in a low-economic, drug and gang-ridden community. The job equated stress. However, I loved my students, even the ones who challenged me to do so.
Over a couple of days that fall, I lost my ability to speak. I had recently been under the weather, so I wasn’t surprised that my doctor treated me for laryngitis. However, my voice never returned. Nearly a month had passed when my doctor finally recommended I see an otolaryngologist. Continue reading “Stress & Anxiety Leave Me Speechless”
I have seen nearly every episode a half dozen times or more.
Before the pilot episode aired, the commercial trailers had already piqued my interest. I was concerned, however, because I thought they must be showing all the funny parts now and leaving nothing new for the premier. How wrong I was!
Teacher burnout is real, yo!
“More than 41% of teachers leave the profession within five years of starting…” I can tell you that I wanted out of the profession before my five-year mark. Instead, I continued to teach, trying to find loopholes to have a reprieve in order to mentally and physically recuperate. I continued the fight day after day, year after year, always hoping things would get better.
“Teachers who do an excellent job are often working in unsustainable conditions (e.g., 60 hours per week, relentless stress, inadequate resources, lack of support or time, etc.) (Herman, 2014).”
I resigned in February.
I needed time to take care of myself and my family. Teaching wasn’t allowing that. Continue reading “Why I went from a twenty-year career in education to working as a barista…”
…whether or not you have depression.
You can’t choose happiness…
…no matter how many memes say that you can. You can’t choose your feelings…they just are. However, you can choose how you react, and you can choose to cultivate happiness.
When suffering in the depths of depression, happiness isn’t just out of reach…it’s out of sight. The light of happiness cannot be seen. This can be a dangerous and scary time. It’s important to know that life has the capacity to change. Unfortunately, I can tell you from my own experiences, I didn’t believe that it could. You can change your life, though, through the desire to change and through attaining appropriate help. We can’t snap our fingers and be okay. If we want to get better, we have to work to get better. Continue reading “You Can Cultivate Personal Happiness”