This is, by far, the hardest thing that I have ever written. It is also, quite possibly, one of the most honest and revealing things that I have ever written or said. In writing this, I am not looking for sympathy. I am hoping that by revealing my personal struggles, I can help others to realize that it is alright to admit that they are struggling and to seek help in those struggles. If one person reads this and does something to make a positive difference in their life or in the life of others, then I have accomplished what I am setting out to do.
I struggle with depression. Most of the time, I am positive and happy, but I have moments on many days, or even for days at a time, where I do not feel right and I have nothing in the form of reasoning behind why I feel that way. Triggers for these feelings vary, from times I think about my brother (more on that momentarily) to watching something sad or horrific on the news. Sometimes, the feelings aren't triggered at all; they just happen. In the past few days, I realized that I can't continue to go on this way and that I need to seek some help.
Now that I have gotten that off of my chest, on to the good news! Over the past several weeks, I have applied for several administrative positions at schools throughout my district. Most of them were at high schools, but a couple was at middle schools, and one was an elementary position. On Wednesday, February 22, I learned that I had been appointed to a new school, where I would serve as one of the deans of students. I had about 36 hours between learning of my appointment and starting my new position, so it was a hectic 36 hours. I am very grateful for the past few months at my previous school and I look forward to the new opportunity. Since my appointment, I have jumped off of the board into the deep end of a pool of lava, learned a ton, met some great people, and I am starting to get to know middle school kids for the first time in my career.
Because the new position will be very demanding, my frequency of posting may suffer for a bit. Once I get into a routine, I will be sure to continue to share my learning and experiences.
Until next time, please share my story, not to sympathize, but to help somebody come to the realization that it is okay to seek help if you need it. Thank you.