This week we are going to take a topic and connect it to an area in our lives that we wouldn’t expect to see it.
If I have my way, I may gain full access to the blog and you’ll have a week’s worth of my opinions. For good reasons, this has never happened….
ABUSE
to use wrongly or improperly; misuse: to abuse one's authority.
to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way: to abuse a horse; to abuse one's eyesight.
to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about; revile; malign.
to commit sexual assault upon.
to deceive or mislead.
We are all quite familiar with abuse and abusive relationships. When we think of abusive relationships, our minds might jump directly to Ike and Tina. This is the definition I’m running with for today’s blog.
Recently I’ve come to the realization that I’ve been in an abusive relationship. Now I’ve touched on this before in this blog, I kinda joked about, did some metaphorical things with this theme, but now I know its for real, its not a joke and I’m kinda astonished. My abusive relationship was with my job. Through a serious of events that I wont go into detail about, I have come out to be a shattered shell of an employee. They had me convinced that I needed them, that I was nothing without them. I was convinced that I didn’t deserve better and that no one else would want me. I thought I should’ve been grateful for what I had and should feel ashamed for not counting that sub par situation as a blessing. I almost talked myself out of getting out. I almost stood in my own way of getting something better. It took a whole lot of internal coaching to get me through the whole ordeal. And I can say I’m almost out! I’m still shook though. My self confidence is still shot. I still doubt myself. But I suppose I can doubt my self and have low self confidence as long as I’m making moves to something better right?
If I have my way, I may gain full access to the blog and you’ll have a week’s worth of my opinions. For good reasons, this has never happened….
ABUSE
to use wrongly or improperly; misuse: to abuse one's authority.
to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way: to abuse a horse; to abuse one's eyesight.
to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about; revile; malign.
to commit sexual assault upon.
to deceive or mislead.
We are all quite familiar with abuse and abusive relationships. When we think of abusive relationships, our minds might jump directly to Ike and Tina. This is the definition I’m running with for today’s blog.
Recently I’ve come to the realization that I’ve been in an abusive relationship. Now I’ve touched on this before in this blog, I kinda joked about, did some metaphorical things with this theme, but now I know its for real, its not a joke and I’m kinda astonished. My abusive relationship was with my job. Through a serious of events that I wont go into detail about, I have come out to be a shattered shell of an employee. They had me convinced that I needed them, that I was nothing without them. I was convinced that I didn’t deserve better and that no one else would want me. I thought I should’ve been grateful for what I had and should feel ashamed for not counting that sub par situation as a blessing. I almost talked myself out of getting out. I almost stood in my own way of getting something better. It took a whole lot of internal coaching to get me through the whole ordeal. And I can say I’m almost out! I’m still shook though. My self confidence is still shot. I still doubt myself. But I suppose I can doubt my self and have low self confidence as long as I’m making moves to something better right?
2 comment(s) thus far...:
"If I have my way, I may gain full access to the blog and you’ll have a week’s worth of my opinions. For good reasons, this has never happened…."
Yeah, you got that wish last week... don't count on it happening again, lol
I'm sure you know how truly working in a bad environment mirrors an abusive relationship.
I've talked to employees who only have negative things to say about their job, their coworkers, bosses, the building, everything. Yet they continue to stick around, afraid to leave because of the "benefits".
I just want to say, THERE AIN'T NO BENEFITS IF YOU ARE MISERABLE! I worked in a job I hated for a year because I felt like I was supposed to even though I envied the construction worker on the side of the road turning the "slow/stop" sign.
Never again will I do that to myself. I'd rather work at mcDonalds than be miserable and depressed at another job.
And this is one hellava comment.
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