Eeek! I quit my job.
It took 8 months of me coming home in tears to finally make the scary decision. I was miserable. They kept moving me down but promoting men. It was messed up.
It’s sad. I left after working with a brand new partner that I actually really enjoyed. My kids were finally starting to behave and learn.
It was sad to leave so many wonderful friends. They were all with me at the funeral and those months that I was barely breathing, trying to stay afloat.
It’s sad because I put so much into building the recreation program there. 7 years, 9 months and a day of building their recreational therapy program from dodge-ball with 30 kids in a gym screaming and fighting, to actual meaningful, therapeutic activities.
It’s sad because Brittany just started working there, too. It was so fun to see my sister at work, even if it was just in passing.
But it had to be done. Someone had to take stand. I am blessed that I can.
It’s scary not having a job or even one lined up. But I have Faith. Something will turn up. He’s been faithful before, He’ll be faithful again.
