Way back when, when I was in college, I started my last semester of college, my student teaching semester. Things went awry mentally and emotionally and my therapist and pdoc both suggested I take incompletes and go home to recoup for a semester. It actually was harder for my parents to agree to this decision than for me to actually do it. They were worried I wouldn't go back and finish my degree (remember I literally was in my last semester).

But I did end up taking that semester off and it was a wise decision. I went home with express instructions to rest, not watch soap operas, not listen to depressing country music. To literally do nothing until I felt like I was getting my feet back under me again.

My pdoc found me a pdoc near my town and off I went. After a couple of months I was ready to actually do something, so my mom was able to get me a job in her office, nothing too stressful but at least I was getting out of the house now and doing something.

I went back to school the next fall and resumed the classes that I had left. I did my student teaching and graduated, only one semester later than originally planned. In the range of a lifetime, one semester is small change.

It was the right thing to do at the time. I have absolutely NO regrets.