Crescendo


On 14/11/19, 

I had a nervous breakdown.

In my classroom.

After a campaign of harassment, victimisation and gaslighting. 

In the end, all it took was one email to push me over the edge. 

It was horrible. I crumpled. I couldn't think or speak properly. I was convulsing and making animalistic noises.

All because of one person: a narcissist head teacher.

This blog is my attempt to get some form of closure: to write an account that will purge myself of this person's presence in my life.



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