I've been thinking about it for ages, putting off meeting with the boss, but today I had no where to go, so I did it.
I resigned.
I left part of my identity, a huge part, at that police station today.
I have an idea of how we'll go on one wage and it will be tight, but I'm absolutely terrified I've done the wrong thing by my family.
For those who don't know me I've been a copper for a long time. I'm a good hard working cop, who polices with her heart. I was dux of my class of over 800. I'm supposed to sit my sergeant's exams in Jan, ones that I know I would pass.
But I just don't want my gun back.
I don't want to have to sort out other people's crap anymore, I don't want to know what they can do to each other. I'm tired of working ridiculous hours, never really knowing if I'll get to pick up my babies on time at the end of a shift. I'm tired of making up a profession to avoid stupid/whinging/complaining comments when I meet new people.
I just can't do it.
I always tell my new police that it isn't a job you do for glory (cos there isn't any) or money (cos there ain't much of that either), you have to do it because you love it. I do love my job, I educate and train, I got lumped with another job a few years ago of making sure briefs of evidence were up to scratch for court - no big deal, I enjoy that too, but now they want me to do both (fulltime) jobs AND work the truck/supervise in my two days that I would be working.
I can't do that.
I will have a nervous breakdown.
I know I can't. DH knows I can't.
SO why the heck am I so terrified that by looking after my own mental health, I'm stuffing up for my family???
I have more skills than many. I'm a registered nurse with varied experience, I'm a trainer and I have done retail, so plenty of options I guess.....
Maybe cos today it's concrete.....




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Now transfers are a whole lot easier too. Bit daunting though with the commander sitting on my couch in my house.

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