About mrsstrinesian

Assistant Head at a special school in Greater Manchester. Tennis player, rugby fan.

Still battling

It is two years since my breakdown. I have returned to work. At first I felt like an alien on a strangely familiar planet.

Support from colleagues and friends helped me through. Dark days still sneaked into my life- uninvited and devastating.

But still I battle against those who don’t understand the devastating nature of anxiety. My risk assessments are just paperwork- ignored and identified stressors regularly triggered. I have horrendous attendance triggers – despite only 2 days sickness absence since my return in March 2016, one more and I am potentially sacked for persistent absence.

#wellbeing #resilience #anxiety

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Twelve months on…

With the arrival of the new year I can put the trauma of the past year behind me.

Fortunately my main stressors have now gone- most significantly those who questioned the existence of my illness.


The future is uncertain new opportunities are awaiting.

Keeping in place my destressors -walking, meditation, cooking, yoga and reflexology as part of my lifestyle has really helped.

A new more positive future awaits.

Physical v mental health issues

So my return has been thwarted by a fractured wrist.

But which is worse the dark days of my breakdown or the excrutiating pain?

For me it was the breakdown. I still have anxiety issues. The wrist might be painful but apart from that I am perfectly well.

Sympathy about my injury in a freak accident however has been much greater than when I had my breakdown. A sign of the continuing stigma of mental health issues!

Back to reality

With the support of my family, friends and colleagues and professional association I have made it!
Despite being a special school the nature of my illness is a taboo subject. The irony of being asked for money for flowers for a fellow member of SLT who had had a fall whilst for 17 weeks nobody enquired about my wellbeing.

Initially a phased return in which during the early days I felt like a character from an old star trek episode who had landed on a familiar but strangely different planet.

Eventually back to full time.

It’s not been easy. 

But I did it!

Nearly there!

Into my tenth week of recuperation.

Some days have been better than others. Find me on a good day and you would question why I am not in work.

Physically I am well. Occupational Health have confirmed this. I walk daily in the hills around where I live. It is true I am in great physically condition. But that is not the issue.

So I feel like I am in a limbo state. Emotionally the scars are not yet healed, but physically I look so well.

Occupational health have made suggestions but meetings have not yet happened where issues can be addressed and a potential return negotiated. These delays play on my anxieties and contribute to my on-going stressful state.

Sunshine in the dark clouds 

After 7 weeks away from the daily grind I am beginning to feel refreshed and revitalised.

It has been hard work getting this far and wouldn’t have been possible without the support of family and good friends and backup from my professional association.

There is no quick fix but I’ve perservered with daily walks. Some have become quite lengthy. My fitness levels and energy have been boosted.

Rediscovering old hobbies I had curtailed due to the demands of work has helped return joy and pleasure to my days. 

Mindfulness training using an app has helped calm my mind, appreciate the now and stop worrying about the past or future.

My biggest hurdle is getting closer. Returning to the place and people who were instrumental in my breakdown will be difficult. Maintaining the lifestyle changes which have helped my recovery will be a challlenge.