My body started quitting before I did
Last fall I woke up at 2am convinced I was having a heart attack.
Ended up in the ER hooked up to monitors while my brain was going completely off the rails. After all the tests, the doctor came back and said my heart was fine. Probably a panic attack. Then he asked what I do for work.
I said I’m a teacher and he literally gave me this exhausted little “yeah, that makes sense” sigh. That honestly messed with me more than anything else.
Before that night, I kept telling myself I was just tired. Just stressed. Just needed to survive testing season or conferences or observations or whatever fresh hell was happening that month.
Meanwhile I was sitting in my car before school trying to talk myself into going inside. My watch kept warning me about high heart rate while I was sitting at my desk doing attendance.
I cried at the dentist when they asked if I’d been stressed lately. Sundays started feeling terrifying instead of relaxing. I was sick constantly too. Strep, sinus infections, random stomach problems.
And admin somehow still found ways to make everything worse. Emails late at night about why a kid dropped two points. Constant “supportive” observations that felt like surveillance. Being told behavior problems were about “relationship building” while kids were throwing things across the room.
That ER visit finally snapped something in me. I remember laying there thinking, if one of my students told me their job was making them physically sick like this, I’d tell them to leave immediately. But somehow teachers are supposed to just keep absorbing it.
After that I stopped treating quitting like some moral failure and started treating it like a health issue. I talked to my doctor and therapist instead of only talking to other burned out teachers. I made a depressing little spreadsheet with bills, savings, insurance, and jobs I could tolerate temporarily. Seeing the numbers helped more than I expected.
I also started trying to figure out who I even was outside teaching because I’d wrapped my entire identity around it. I dumped a bunch of thoughts into notes apps, old evaluations, random career stuff, even did a Coached career assessment because I needed something to help me sort through the mess in my head and see patterns I wasn’t noticing on my own.
I ended up taking a part-time retail job after leaving. Huge pay cut. Not glamorous at all. But I sleep through the night now. My chest doesn’t hurt driving to work. If somebody is rude, I don’t have to stand there managing 30 other human beings at the same time pretending everything is normal.
I still miss parts of teaching sometimes. Mostly the kids. But I don’t miss feeling like my body was falling apart every single week and everyone around me acting like that was just part of the job.