Hey, everybody. I hope you're all doing well. I'm really ashamed to be writing this post, but I guess I'll just update you with what happened. This summer, I was having such an amazing time. I've been traveling and singing, exercising and studying. I've been working hard at my teaching, and I've bought almost $500 worth of materials to help me become a star teacher. Something happened two weeks ago. I had a mental breakdown, one that almost landed me in the hospital. My doctor is getting me off my medication. I've been on anti-anxiety medication for almost 8 years, and now I'm detoxing. Withdrawal is AWFUL. I'm crying every single day, I can't sleep, and I'm very vulnerable. Anyway, the doctor said the withdrawal symptoms should last a while. And I don't know if this is a side effect of my withdrawal, but I wanted to start working on my lesson plans again a few days ago.... and I completely broke down. You guys, I'm the one at fault here, and I hate myself for saying this: I don't want to go back to this school. I know I agreed to stay and work it out, but I really don't want to. I have such a bad feeling in my stomach whenever I think about it. I actually threw up when I saw this Facebook post from our school about "2 weeks left!" I should be honored and grateful that I have a contract. I have health insurance and I'm able to pay my bills. But the thought of me going back to school is killing me. I know this sounds crazy, but I actually have a daily subbing job opportunity available near my home. I was thinking of taking it to steady my health. You guys, I cry as I write this. What is wrong with me?! I love teaching! I love English! I love Gatsby. But I don't want to go back to this school. What am I going to do?