The quiet mouse

I talked to my sister this week and I realized a few things.

All the abuse that my husband has done to me has been invisible. You can’t see it. The physical assault was done so that he wouldn’t leave a mark.

The criticism and barage of making me feel not good enough is something that you can’t see.

He told me tonight that his meds aren’t able to handle everything that I do to him.

Medicine isn’t meant to handle everything. You also need to seek professional help. They can give you more tools for you to work on at home to strengthen yourself to work beside the medicine that you already take.

When I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression I went to a counselor to learn how to ground myself and to stay calm in situations. It proved it worth time after time.

Standing at a cash register and dealing with customers and just letting them say what they need to say and vent. My coworkers would comment that some of the things people would say to me would make them angry and wondered how I could take it.

Most of the time I was inwardly appalled at what customers would spew out of their mouths. I just let them say it and they went along their merry way.

I think that’s why I stayed at that job for so long. I just let things spew and not bother me until boom it did.

Whem I finally had enough I put my notice in and left. Now I’m starting a job that I know I can thrive in.

All of this is only possible because God made it possible. He’s opened and shut doors so fast that it could only have been him doing it.