Walking Away Versus Trying Harder Saved My Life

Walking Away Versus Trying Harder Saved My Life

The hardest decision in life is deciding whether to “walk away” or “try harder.”

 
The first time I read this quote was in high school. Full of piss and vinegar towards my home life allowed me to be a spastic loveable nerfbag to the rest of the world. 
 
I was admired and adored by everyone who would let me shower them with compliments, hugs and a listening ear. 
 
I used my trauma to get ahead and hold me back at the same time. An interesting show to perform day in and day out. 
 
At the peak of my success, I was also at the lowest of my self worth and depleated of hope.
 
Creative juices and the attention from adults and peers wanting to save me from the demonic stories I’d tell, dug me into a hole that carried me all the way to 22; I came to realize my life was nothing like T-swifts song.  
 
There were several inspirational quotes I adopted when I was growing up. 
 
This was one of them. 
 
I became obsessed with being the person for everyone else that they felt they never had growing up. To be the one person to everybody that didn’t walk away. 
 
It was a journey that I believed was selfless. I was convinced that I could be best friends with everyone forever. 
 
Year after year I got lost in the chaos of trying harder. Not just in my relationships but in everything. Water polo and swim team. School and church. 
 
I consumed myself with so much bullsh*t, always telling myself I wasn’t going to be the one to walk away, because walking away meant quitting.
 
And mama didn’t raise no quitter.
 
But the trying harder deepened my belief that I wasn’t trying in the first place. That I wasn’t enough. 
 
This quote needs SERIOUS context and key questions. 
 
Walking away will always be the answer. 
Because trying is a waste of time. 
 
In the words of our beloved Star Wars character, Master Yoda: “There is no try, only do.”
 
 But wait! Do? Every successful person under the sun says actions make your dreams a reality. 
 
So I did more. I tried harder. 
 
What I wasn’t doing was giving myself credit. 
 
What I was doing was creating panic about not walking away. I came to believe that if I tried harder, in my actions, it would fix everything.
 
Because I’m a fixer. That’s what I do, I fix things, people, situations. 
 
What no one told me until much self sabotage and self destruction patterns developed, was that it’s okay to walk away. 
 
Walking away got highlighted, defined, reassessed, and redefined so many times in the last few years I’ve lost count.
 
Here’s what I’ve learned. 
 
I can’t fix anything when I’m out of alignment with my inner being. 
Lamans terms: I can’t fix anything or anybody. I can’t help others unless I help myself first. 
 
If I am out of sync, then the answer is always to walk away. Because what I’ve learned is that when I tried harder without being okay with me first, my efforts became obsolete. 
 
There needs to be fine print underneath that says: once aligned and in sync with your higher power. 
 
I’m not here to fix anything because nothing is broken. 
 
Everyone and everything around me is exactly the way it needs to be until inspired otherwise. 
 
My reality now is the manifestation of all of my past thoughts, so in all fairness, I ALWAYS receive what I am thinking and feeling. 
 
I learned that walking away gives me the opportunity to come back to people if we are in sync and supposed to be together. 
 
I released the idea that I had any control over anybody else. Like at all. 
 
This made walking away from arguments, people, places, events, jobs, and even family members do-able. 
 
And I won’t say easier because I am a people pleaser and we tend to feel it’s easier to stay and accommodate. 
 
I began to see more and more, with the help of wise teachers and therapists, that walking away is actually a really healthy thing. 
 
I walked away from a sport that I was incredible and passionate about for a solid 8 years of my life. And even though I didn’t totally understand how this was the best decision of my life, the whole world around me thought it was the worst. 
 
It took a long time for me to see the power I was claiming for myself by walking away.
 
I didn’t love it anymore. What I could not sleep for with anticipation at night for the next day work outs became the very same reason by the end I literally let insanity kick me out. 
 
Nobody could see why I didn’t want to play anymore. Out of all of the choices to use that quote, others assured me this was the end all be all moment – that trying harder was the answer. 
 
So I did. And every day I continued to deny my inner beings calling me to the bigger and better things, the crazier I got and the less people wanted to help. 
 
They began labeling me. 
 
Hyperactive 
Attention Junkie 
Child Abuse Victim 
Rape Victim 
PTSD
Depressed
Anxiety
Binge eating disorder 
Co-Dependent
Bipolar
Shcizofrenic 
Disoriented
SSI (Seriously Mentally Ill) 
Schizo Affective Disorder 
ADHD 
Adult Child of an Alcoholic 
 
 
And with every new label, came new medication to fix my wanting to walk away. Every label came with a new medication that added to the problem and created an even worse diagnosis.
 
Folks. I was exercising enough. As a student athlete, in highschool and college, I worked out 6-7 days a week 6-10 hours a day. We maybe had 2 or 3 days off to rest thrown in there every few months before big events and holidays but I was a full time athlete. 
 
So if what they say is true about stimulation and endorphins and all this other stuff about exersice being the best anti depressant, than why am I still so fucking miserable? 
 
It’s because I didn’t know that I could listen and trust myself. 
 
I was told it’s selfish. Others could do that but not you, kid. 
 
You don’t want to become an addict like your parents. It starts with selfish acts. 
 
Hahahaha OMG NO! 
 
Every single addict I know can be the most selfless human being when they aren’t using. They use because they were told it’s bad to be selfish too! So the substance gives them an excuse to fill the void that people said they weren’t allowed to fill. Cuz it’s selfish!? 
 
Think about it! 
 
Walking away from water polo saved my life because I walked away from most of the labels put on me there by people trying to fix me. 
 
I wasn’t broken. I was done. 
 
I had other people to meet, other things to do, experiences to have. I have had so many incredible jobs where I am a better person because of who I was working with. 
 
I am a different person. And I LOVE the person I am today because I walked away from the one thing that EVERY single person in my life at the time thought I needed to try harder at. 
 
The mental illness’ are in my genes. That part was inevitable. But they got worse when I let people diagnose me, and then try to save me from walking away. 
 
So you know what labels I’ve gained since then? 
 
Lazy
Unsuccessful 
Disappointment
Lost
Moocher 
Inconsistent 
Storm Chaser 
Tattle Tale
Daddy Issues 
Mommy issues
Flaky
Unreliable 
Self destructive
Needy
Challenging
A quitter 
 
 
But the ones I value the most are the ones that have come from the healthiest people. 
The people who never would have met if I had tried harder. 
 
Stable
High Functioning
Compassionate 
Genuine
Loveable
Coachable 
Creative
Passionate 
Hilarious
Patient
Intuitive
Empathic
Generous
Big Thinker
Dreamer
Adventure Addict
Good Listener
Reliable
Sensitive 
 
 

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