When is it a good time to quit? There’s a common sentiment that you should always tough things out and that it’s weak to quit. When is this not true? How do you know you should quit something?
It’s time to quit something when you feel sucked of energy. The thing that you’re doing takes all your energy, and it makes you tired. The thought of doing whatever it is you’re doing just makes you not want to wake up to face the day. It could be a bad relationship, which is no longer full of love, or fun. You just want to run away from the relationship. Then it’s time to quit the relationship. Or you have a job that you hate. Your boss is domineering and wears you out. The thought of going to work with the boss makes you sick. Perhaps the place you live is a place that doesn’t feel like home. As a matter of fact, you don’t even want to return home. You’d rather be somewhere else. Then it’s time to look for a new place to live. It’s time to quit the place. Or maybe a friendship you have no longer works for you no matter how you try to keep up the friendship. It’s time to quit the relationship.
It is time to quit something when it no longer feels good, or is causing you to feel bad about yourself. You should do something because you enjoy it, not because you have to endure it.
It’s okay to quit something when you’ve done everything in your power to make it work and it doesn’t. For example, you have a boss that no matter what you do, you can’t please her/him. Everything you do is found wanting. And you’ve spoken with your boss to resolve the problem, but nothing works. You feel yourself hating to go to work. Just the thought of going to work makes you sick. You’re tensed and are taking the tension you feel on other people. It’s time to quit the job and find a new one.
This is also true with family. When I first discovered gang stalking was happening to me, I trusted my family. I had no doubt that they would help me with what I was going through. After a while, I began to suspect my family knew about the gang stalking and was taking part in it. I denied to myself that my family knew about gang stalking and was gang stalking me. I didn’t want to believe it, because I didn’t want to lose my family. But no matter which way I turned, there was evidence that they knew. It hurt to know that my family would do what they were doing to me. The family that I loved and respected had turned against me. I kept holding on to my family. I didn’t want to let go. But eventually I had to face the truth. And to save myself, I had to let go of them. It hurt to lose my family, but I couldn’t deal with them anymore. Today, the pain in my chest is just as deep as the first day I discovered they were lying to me, but it was time to let go of them.