Touching a Life ....

Touching a Life  ....

You really never know who you reach when you are writing blog posts.  Yesterday I released my #SemicolonEDU story, in minutes I was receiving messages.  Most of the messages where thank you for sharing but several were are you the same Katie Ann that had another blog called Tech Tips by Katie Ann? My jaw literally dropped especially after I received several messages in the same regard and asking what happened.

The answer is yes I am the same Katie Ann that wrote that blog.  I had started that blog in 2008 to share ed-tech tips and tricks with some fellow teachers.  I was having health issues later in 2010 and started to pull away from people.  When you start going down that dark path you start to listen to the negative people around you, and that is exactly what I did.  I had several people that I saw face to face tell me over and over that there was no reason for me to write a blog, that no one would ever ready it, and I wasn't making any difference.  I needed to be in the real world.  So I listened to them and I totally cut myself off from everyone.

Who was I to think I could make a difference?  Who was I to think anyone would ever listen to me?  Those questions just kept flowing through my mind the deeper I went down that rabbit hole.  So I deleted my blog, stopped sharing, and just stopped trying.  It wasn't until my sons came to me almost 2 years later, sat me down and started to use my own words against me.  I had taught both of them in my classroom and they have seen me teach other teachers, so they knew me as both a teacher and their mom.  When they looked at me and told me that I needed to find my passion and to follow it even if others don't like it, I just need to do it.  There are billions of people in this world and there will be a few that just don't care for you and that is OK.  There are tens time that many people that think you are amazing.  It is OK to be different.  It is OK to go against what is popular.  You need to do what is right for you not what is right for them.  Follow your dream and just be you.  It will be hard, but you can do it.

I don't think I ever cried as hard as I did that day, which I did in private.  I looked at them and all I could say was did you just used my words against me.  Their response was maybe, we heard it from somewhere and thought the person who said it was pretty smart.  Both of my sons helped me come up with a name for my new blog.  They heard people call me the Techie Chick most of their lives so they thought that should be my nickname.  So the Diary of the Techie Chick was born.

In Kansas there are very few conferences to attend so my husband encouraged me to look outside of Kansas, so I did.  I started submitting presentations proposals at ed-tech conference I could find and load and be hold they were being accepted. Which then came the big issue, the cost to travel to these conferences. When you are just a teacher in Kansas or anywhere you really don't get paid a lot and schools really do not have the funds to send you money becomes an issue.  My husband decided that I needed to go, I needed to present, I needed to follow my passion so he sent me.  He calls it an investment into our future. When I am working with teachers he tells me I just light up and I become me.

Now when those question start to pop in my head who am I to think I can make a difference, who listens to me.  I look at my kids and remind myself I've already made a difference and have already touched their lives. I see it in their eyes, feel it in their love, that someone truly listens to me and I do make a difference each and everyday.  My blog, my presentations, and my sharing is spill over from showing my kids that following your passion no matter if it isn't popular is what you need to do.  Doing what is right for you may not be what is right for someone else, they may say negative things, and they put you down.  But it is OK to be you and to follow your passion.  Where there is a negative person trying to put you down there are a dozen others that think you are amazing and I am one of them.

On my NotAtISTE badge I added a ribbon that says "Follow Me I am Lost Too". Which I added as an inside joke and which actually happened in Atalanta. People were following me in hopes I could lead them to a session or two.  Who knew while I was lost I would find my own path.  I encourage you no matter what your passion is follow it.  Make your own path and find your own way.  Even if there is someone negative in your life don't listen to the negative, because when there is one person that is negative there are a dozen others that think you are amazing.  I am one of those that think you are amazing!

My #SemicolonEDU Story....

My #SemicolonEDU Story....

Talking about depression and or mental health is a BIG taboo.  It is just something we just don't talk about.  In the field of education you really don't talk about it at all.  People want to believe that teachers are these happy go lucky people who entertain, educate, and keep the little people happy.  Teachers have it all! They only work 180 days out of the year, have their weekends, and holidays off. They get to see happy little faces, so why would they ever go through depression.

Almost 4 years ago I went through the roughest part of my life.  I was having trouble breathing, constant migraines, and bouts of dizziness.  I would keep all the lights off in my office or classroom since I was so sensitive to lights.  I wore earplugs to dampen the noise, and when you are in an elementary building there is a lot of noise.  I would avoid any stairs, afraid I would pass out while trying to climb them.  There would be days my blood pressure would rocket really high then drop pretty low.  I felt like I was ran over by an 18 wheeler who decided that the job wasn't done and back over me just to run over my again.  It took the doctors almost a month to figure out what was wrong with me and when they did I had no time to think or to really plan.  I did talk them into giving me a week to get my classroom prepared for me to be gone.  I had to explain to them why I couldn't just leave my classroom.  I had to find a sub, make a plan, provide lessons, resources, and activities for all the classes I teach.  I was more worried about leaving my classroom for any period of time than my family.  When I stop and think about now, I can't believe I was so worried about my classroom.  My classes would have went on without me just fine and they did.  I should have focused more on myself and my family.  It took me awhile to learn that lesson.

On Sept. 30th at 5 in the morning I was taken into the OR to have my aortic valve and aorta replaced.  I was born with a defective valve which over the 30+ years just couldn't function properly any more and had caused my aorta to balloon out.  I had an aneurysm that had formed and was ready to rupture at any moment.  Up until that moment when they were taking me back to the OR I realized I needed my family beside me before I went.  It hit me like a rock that this may be the last time I get to see them and up until that moment I had worried about my classroom not my family.  I cried all the way back to the OR, the nurses where crying and so was my husband.  I didn't get to see my kids before I left and I was devastated.

The surgery took longer than expected.  The doctors really didn't know the severity of the damage until they opened me up.  The plan was to only remove the part of the aorta that was damaged and the new mechanical valve would already be attached to the root of the aorta.  The damage was to severe and they had to completely replace the aorta.  While I was in recovery I wasn't making it and was taken into the OR one more time.  I can't imagine what my family were going through when they received the news I was taken back into the OR.  During the original surgery some of my arteries were damaged so I received a double bypass.

I woke up three days later in so much pain and being told I was so lucky.  I didn't feel lucky at all.  It hurt to breath, to move, to sit, or to lay.  It just hurt and I didn't want to cry because that made it hurt worse.  I spent a week in the hospital all by myself.  No one came to visit me other my husband and he would bring one kid with him at time.  I think it was more for him to have company on the ride.  Depression had sit in and I felt so alone and I was in so much pain.  I was mad at myself for worrying about my classroom when I should have been worrying about my family.  There were days I had wished that I didn't make it.  I hated feeling the way I did.  I hated that I worried about something I had no control over.  I hated I didn't think of my family first.

The next 3 months were even harder.  I was home all a lone, I only had a few visitors during that time, so I felt a lone yet again. When the kids came home from school I didn't want them to see me all in pieces either. I felt so broken it wasn't funny.  I wasn't myself and that scared me even more.  I pulled away from everyone.  It took me two years to come out of that depression.  During that time I got really good at hiding how I felt. I didn't want my students or family to see me broken and hurting.  I had to learn to meditate, to find my inner calm, and to let go.  Letting go and accepting help was the hardest thing for me to learn.  When you are a mom, a wife, and a teacher you are the one who is caring, helping, and giving.  It is hard to not be able to do those things.  I think that is why teachers find it so hard to talk about depression or asking for help.

I was lucky that I didn't go too far down the rabbit hole that I couldn't get out.  There are many that are not that lucky and they can't find away out.  I've learned my story isn't over because I am not done writing it.  I can't get a tattoo since I am on blood thinners and I have to take massive doses of antibiotics when I get my teeth cleaned so I've placed a temporary semicolon next to one of my scars.  When the doctors pulled the veins for the bypass they damaged a bundle of nerves, so this scar is a constant reminder even though I go through pain daily my family needs me more.  With their help, love, and support I was able to fill in the rabbit hole.  They are my inspiration to continue each and everyday as well as my support to share with others. Hand in hand we take this journey together, one step at a time.