Hi everybody. I'm Karla I'm 26 years old and I'm a math teacher and this new phase of my life is ruining everything I have worked for: family relationships, work, friends, body and mind. I know that I'm barely starting within this disorder but it is impossible for me to accept that I may never have the control of my life again. This is my story:
My life has been good; I'm very blessed to have a family that supports me. I went to college and got my bachelor and then a master degree, everything was going according to plan. I even got a job a week after graduation, that was almost 4 months ago, I was scared a little bit to be teaching so many students (175 now but I started with 193) but I was motivated and ready for the challenge so I thought.
Everything changed after the first week I found that my students’ priority wasn't learning math. I was fine with this because I thought I would do my best and try to help as many kids as I could, but it seems that my mind didn't agree with me. After that first week I started getting nauseous every morning in my way to work. I would literally stop the car thinking I would throw up; I barely ate coz I lost my appetite. I didn't sleep only 2-3 hours sometimes, I would wake up in the middle of the night not able to go back to sleep just looking at the clock think that at 5:30 I had to be up. I was working until 6pm even when I was supposed to work until 3:10. My symptoms worsened within days. I started shaking and hyperventilating, having palpitations. Then one day I got up getting ready to work and I started shaking again and this time I thought I was going to explode, everything closed up on me, I was trapped and I couldn't do anything about it, so I burst in tears and I couldn't stop so my dad told me there was no way I could go to work and being in charge of 175 students when I couldn't even get up to call that I was going to absent. I would calm myself for some minutes and then go back to crying, in one of those minutes I called and reported sick.
I went to my OB/GYN because I didn't have a family doctor (I never thought I would need it because I have always been healthy). My OB/GYN told me I was depressed and the cause was my job, so she said that I would have to find a new job (as it were that easy), so she prescribed me an antidepressant to calm me down. The medicine made everything worse. It was Sunday and I remember I woke up and I just started crying for no reason at all. I was so scared, of what? I don’t know but it felt like I was losing control of myself. I was shaking and there were moments I would calm down and then again I would cry. The evening of that day was worse, I was grading some tests and suddenly I felt like I was going to die, like I was going to explode but this time was worse than before, this time I had to get up and go outside and ask for help to my mom. I was anxious and couldn’t even speak without crying I thought that was it for me, that I was going to lose everything in that moment. My mom made me some tea that was supposed to calm me down, and I thought that the medication could be worsening my anxiety so I stopped taking it. I kept working even though I was having episodes at school during the period I was not teaching and lunch time. Somehow I was managing not to cry during classes but deep down I didn’t know how long I would be able to handle it.
Two weeks ago I went to the nurse office at my work site and ask information about anxiety and panic attacks or any counselors avilable for teachers, and that was my mistake. I went back to my classroom getting ready for my next class not knowing that asking for information would trigger a series of events that I’m still trying to recover from. The nurse reported that I was suffering an attack which I was not, but anyway they picked me up and took me to nurse office and they told me to lie down and rest. I was totally confused I didn’t know what was happening. I told them that I was fine and that I needed to go back to my classroom and teach. They told that I didn’t have to worry about it, so they didn’t let me go back. Their questions caused me to start crying and the AP sent me home for the day and I could only go back to work with a note from my doctor stating that I was fine.
I went to my OB/GYN and to my surprise she said that she wouldn’t write me the note that she couldn’t send me back to the place that was making me sick. Instead she put off work for two weeks and sent me to the Psychiatrist and to another doctor (Internal medicine) and changed my medication. I was so overwhelmed because I didn’t know when everything went wrong. I didn’t know at what point I was no longer in control of my decisions, now my doctor and people at school were making them for me. I went to the other doctor the next day and she said that I was depressed but I was going to be fine. She wrote me the letter to go back to work after the two weeks off. These two weeks out of work have been confusing and difficult. I thought that I would be able to relax but no I can’t. I’m always thinking that I should be at work, that my work is going to get harder because I missed 7 days of school (we have thanksgiving break during my 2 weeks off), so many things to catch up with. I went to a psychiatrist and she said that I have anxiety attacks, not exactly depression. That my problem is that I need to find what is triggering my attacks because I don’t even know. I blame my job because I was fine before, but what if it is not? I saw a therapist and she said that I’m not depressed that all my anxiety attacks come from my worries. I worry too much for every single thing. I had an episode that day before seeing her, I was not even working and it happened anyway.
This Monday I’m going back to work and just to think about makes me sick. I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it that I would get an attack in the middle of the class and be fired. I’m scared of all the things I will lose if I lose my job. I have thinking about quitting, every time I see the principal I imagine myself telling him that I quit, but I’m not quitter I have never been. I’m desperate because I have changed a lot. I got anemic because I didn’t eat well. I used to be fun and motivated and now it takes a lot of energy to go out or talk. My family and I have been so close but now it seems that I’m separating from them. What hurts the most is that I think I’m separating from my sister who is my best friend. I don’t get her jokes and I don’t talk to her or give her advice as much as I used to. I’m doing everything in my power to get better: I’m here in this forum trying to understand what is happening to me, I’m doing yoga and practicing breathing techniques, I’m eating healthy, I’m taking my meds and going to therapy next month. What else can I do? How can keep going and be the person I used to be? I need help. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.