My story of standing down from senior middle leadership.
Respected colleague: “Sarah, why don’t you take the summer holidays to think about this, you are so good at your job, it would be an utter shame to lose you from the team”.
Me: “I really respect your honesty and kindness but for me, this is a matter of life or no life.”
And there it was, suddenly I had resigned from my post as head of key stage three. I say, suddenly, however this is purely for dramatic effect. There was no impulsiveness or spontaneity in making this decision. The decision was made by my mind and body calling out for me to stop. The pace and depth of my work had finally taken its toll. I wasn’t enjoying the role anymore and I felt that I had to think about my priorities. The main crux of my decision was my two year old daughter and husband. They were not to blame for the bad days, the workload I was nearly killing myself to complete and the various meltdowns I experienced because of the stress I put myself under, to be perfect. All along I was told, it is just a job but teaching isn’t, it is a vocation and can’t be treated as if it is a means to an end. I spent months kidding myself and months of hard times including rejection from others and rejection by myself.
There is such a taboo attached to our mental health. Knowledge of your ‘state of mental health’ in the wrong hands, can be dangerous. The right people will detect there is a problem and support you, but when it isn’t handled so compassionately, there is the ‘rub’. I am only human. I can only do so much. We should all realise our limitations as then maybe we can all sit back a bit more and enjoy the life that we are ensconced in but often miss. I think this is why we all take so many pictures because in the blink of an eye ten years has passed and you are seeing lines and wrinkles and forgetting things. However, I need to stop taking as many and actually enjoy being in the moment. Everything has to stop being about lists and checklist and to-do’s and everything has to be all about one priority list which should be entitled: “Life”.
I feel, since leaving my precious role as head of key stage three, so sad but relieved and suddenly younger and more resilient. I don’t feel my resilience is just there to endure the hard times but that is is there for me to enjoy the good times. Now I am a teacher of English once again, I have this room to breathe and suddenly my career is clear. I enjoy most days, some I am tired, some are a little exasperating but mostly they are great. I am no longer drawn into negativity and misery, now I report home that things are good and the day is going well. I have started printing off interesting articles for my students and for my consumption. I have started reading my books again. My students and I are enjoying lots of interesting and sometimes profound discussions and conversations and once again I feel inspirational. I no longer drag around some dead weight of misery, insecurity and paranoia. I smile. I dress up. I enjoy funny conversations and jokes with my colleagues. I come home smiling to my husband and little girl. They are glad Sarah is back. This profession that I nearly allowed myself to be bullied out of, has become golden once again; even with the marking!
A colleague said to me the other day “gosh I thought you were lovely and bubbly but this you, this old you that you say is back, is lovely”. This made my day. But I have to thank my husband for being so understanding and encouraging me to remember that I am fabulous at my job and all the other things that he loves me for, unconditionally. I have to thank the member of staff at school who listened to me and didn’t discourage my resignation because she knew that something was going to give and she didn’t want that to be my life.
I am not ashamed to say that I sunk into some really dark days. However, I became the rainbow in my family’s dark cloud and now life is good again. Thank you to God for believing in me and for my husband and my daughter and my life. I will never take them or it for granted ever again. On this day of remembrance, life is not a right it is a privilege. Amen.