It certainly feels like I haven't had much of a breather in the last 12 months. My teaching degree ended on a very sour note, after I failed not one but four practicals. I was too stubborn to give up, but in the end, I wish I'd called it quits much sooner. It seems kids just aren't my thing, not at the moment. You need to be in a good headspace to give kids the kind of support they need, and it's probably safe to say we all struggle with that from time to time. I just wasn't in the right headspace at all.
Right after that happened, there was the bushfires, and although my hometown was incredibly lucky, it still was an incredibly stressful time (as it was for many). I evacuated and my workplace got evacuated as well.
Now it's COVID and I've been stuck at home for months. Even with lockdown over, except in Victoria, the strain is really getting to me. I can't turn to my family for support because feelings aren't exactly something I feel comfortable talking to them about. It just ends up in misunderstandings, arguments, and accusations of being ungrateful.
I've gotten myself into this rut, and I have no idea how to get out again.