This article showed up in my email today. It's written by a woman looking back on her time as a competitive gymnast and the insights she gained into "being a quitter." I want to post it here in case anyone else might find help in it.
https://onbeing.org/blog/the-wisdom-of-shattering/
Here's a quote, to give you an idea of the content:
But I wonder if, at some point, letting ourselves shatter could be our bravest act. Can a moment of giving up be that sacred turning point if we infuse it with faith? When we acknowledge that we have feelings, that we have limits, that we don’t have to be superhuman, that sometimes we experience things that do, indeed, for the time being, gut our capacity to go on — can these moments of recognizing our pain and limits be our most courageous ones?
In other words, what happens when we are simply too fractured? When we were never meant to be healthy in the current circumstances, anyway? When is giving up our current path opening ourselves to finding a path to health? 