It is hard to be a teacher, but it is even harder to be a teacher who is suffering from depression. Every morning is a battle to crawl out of bed, get dressed, attempt to look human, and drive to school. It is so hard to be 100% engaged in my lessons and lesson planning, and it is harder still to get the kids excited about learning when I am feeling so blah. Don't even get me started on grading work. I LOVE my job, and I LOVE being able to be part of my students' lives. I HATE feeling so empty and wanting to crawl in bed constantly. I want to be the best teacher I can for my students, and every day I feel miserable and empty, I feel like I fail them. This, of course, does nothing for me feeling better.
Tomorrow is another day. And you can bet I will have the shades open.