I can’t believe it’s been so long since I’ve written. My intention for this space is to reveal old journal entries in the hopes of helping people feel not alone. Life gets in the way though and it’s difficult to make time for that. I try to avoid using this blog as my ‘journal’ because I still tend to keep my feelings to myself. 2020 was a terrible year. Ironically I think I handled myself very well. I did not go through any significant down periods. In the past week or so I’ve felt depressed. I can blame it on pregnancy hormones, the pandemic or the fact that our country is going to sh*t because we are so divided but the truth is I’m not sure why I feel down. All I know is I feel hopeless and I HATE THAT feeling. My head tells me I know that’s untrue and I’ll snap out of it but my depressive self pulls me down and gives me a sense that I’ll feel like this forever. I just want to be the best version of myself. I want to be confident and a role model for my daughter. I want to be proud of myself. I’ve come a long way but my journey is not over.
The secret life of a teacher with anxiety