It's been a while, and I'm really struggling.  I have always forced myself to teach, because I needed security, and a job where I knew I'd be consistently employed.  Sure, there were parts I liked - reading, and discussing stories with the kids.  Some of the students were great - delightful human beings.  Nowadays, I am depressed, and wishing I'd picked a different career.  I have to keep going. God help me.  I'm dying.