I had planned to resign at the end of the year, but with the ever pressing unrealistic expectations set by a self centered admin and uncontrolled violent behavior of students, I walked out with 3 weeks left in the year. I felt guilt and relief all at once. Then the TX shooting happened and I felt more guilt for my first thought being thankful it wasn’t me and I was now safer since I wasn’t in teaching anymore.
Side note: my husband told me 3 days after leaving my job, that I was acting like myself for the first time in over 2 years. Sad that a shitty job can make you lose all sense of happiness and joy.