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growing pains

For some home is a place of comfort and safety, where laziness rolls in and we can watch Netflix all day. But at the same time it can also be a place of earth shattering brokenness. It can be a place where we finally acknowledge our pain because the silence is so deafening. For some home is the place where we are reminded that we are broken – where we are beckoned to listen to our demons.

As a birthday approaches what’s the natural thing to do – reflect on the year. As I meet new people, I’ve been reflecting on the year, relationships, brokenness, and healing. If I looked at myself a year ago I was carefree, extroverted, and passionate. I didn’t struggle to meet new people, had just quit school to return home for some soul searching, and was returning to the church I grew up in. I’d had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something big was going to happen, but what I didn’t know was that a year later I’d be reflecting on the season from hell. Dealing with your demons is not fun. It makes you stare yourself in the face and look at all your insecurities and try to convince yourself that you are worthy of being loved.

A friend of mine once said, “Life sucks and it’s probably going to be difficult and painful more than it’s going to be easy and fun. As soon as we can accept that we can actually live more fully in our pain and enjoy life even more.” Isn’t it funny how let down expectations lead to more pain than actually being let down. Let me explain. If you don’t get into a certain college the pain that you feel isn’t solely from the rejection it’s from thinking that you’ll never live that life, never meet those people, never have that job, etc. What we lose is control and sight of the future. It seems a lot of times we put a stamp on our dreams and present them to God and say, “Hey, I like this plan. I think this is what’s supposed to happen. Please make it happen. Amen.” Sometimes we even say “we’ll do whatever it takes” or “I promise I’ll go wherever you call” (as long as it’s part of my plan too, right?).

The past year has encouraged me to look a little closer at my story and discover some of my demons. The funny thing is as I’ve sought out wisdom in various books and from close friends I realized I’m not alone. In fact, most of the thoughts and feelings I’ve been trying to hide for years are actually universal. We all face rejection, we all have times of not being included, we all face feelings of unworthiness and insecurity, and we all feel lonely. The shame we feel from these things is meant to isolate us and perpetuate our loneliness.

I was having a conversation the other night talking about these things and about how to fix it and what I’ve been trying to do to end the cycle. I started explaining how I’ve been trying to ask for help and be vulnerable with other people and not just recite a story like we have no emotional attachment to it and pretend it doesn’t affect us. Not just that, but being vulnerable in a way that invites other people to do the same. I’m saying these things and let me tell you – I am no good at any of them. I’ve had a lot of failures in this area. There’s been many times where I’m in the moment and feeling awesome. Then I walk away and realize I just tried to fix that person and make the problem go away instead of being with them in it. The reason I’m saying these things is because we are all a work in progress.

After I had dumped all these things on someone recently they asked me one of the hardest questions I’ve ever had to answer. As you know we all have something to improve on and they had just acknowledged, “I could probably work on that too.” However, the next question was the stumper. “What’s given you the most success in being vulnerable? What are some tips that you could give?” Whoa. These days we talk about being vulnerable and how to do it all the time in our culture. But what actually works? What are the tangible things that we can say or do that provoke authenticity and true emotion? The answer for me. Knowing yourself. In order to relate to other people, you have to know your triggers. You have to know what in your story may get triggered when hearing someone else’s story – you have to know your “go to”. By this I mean what do you do to separate yourself. Mine is saying, “It’s ok though. I’m fine.” I get done telling a story about an extreme amount of pain in my life and undo everything by saying it’s ok. That doesn’t invite anyone to be with me in that story and it doesn’t invite healing. Sure, some people may know you better than that and push you, but why put yourself in a position to feel more unknown and more rejection if you don’t have to?

Growing up is hard and as I become more of an adult I’m realizing that I can’t just shove things under the rug anymore. If I truly want to grow up I have to work on becoming the healthiest version of myself. I’m not saying I’ll ever actually get there, because the finish line never really exists in these things – but we can always work to get there. I know if I didn’t go through this year I’d be sitting pretty and looking at life with a fairy tale lens wondering why none of my reality was like that. I know if I don’t face my demons and get to know myself and my story I’ll end every friendship, romantic relationship, and unfulfilling job wondering what is wrong with everyone else. What I won’t acknowledge is my own brokenness and where “my stuff” got in the way. That’s what this year has shown me. Growth is hard and feelings are hard, but they make us better. After all it’s not really about what you do in this world, it’s about who you are and being who you were created to be.

The Worried Well

I heard my dad call my hometown “The Worried Well” for the first time the other day. As he explained I realized there was some truth to it. I grew up in a privileged area with a lot of wealthy families and a high school almost as big as the university I attend. Everyone seems well off, but in reality the smallest thing can wreck people’s mental health.

Here’s the theory. Everyone is so caught up in making a good living and maintaining this well-to-do image, the smallest things cause them to worry so much they might as well be stuck in a 100 feet deep cylindrical stone shaft – also known as a well.

The new fabric for the couch becomes the focus of every conversation and holds so much weight you would think that someone was donating bone marrow. In truth the reason so much weight is put on these items is because “appearances are important.” That’s what all of it comes down to. Who can live the American Dream the best? Of course I’m no exception. I fell into this cycle myself in high school and focused on only what I was doing and how I looked to other people. What positions could I get on x or y clubs and how many people knew who I was? This wasn’t just a condition parents had it was engrained in us as people in this system. There are also some people that cared so much about helping others that the stay-at-home mom became an angel swooping in to try and end world hunger, taking on every task she could to be there for her family, the school, the town, the country, and don’t forget world peace. For arguments sake, let’s put these people to the side for a moment.

It sounds like I’m being harsh on my hometown and to a degree I am, but I will always have my hometown pride. I learned a lot from this community and I wouldn’t be the person I am today without it. I learned the value of true friendship, that unfortunately appearances do hold weight, that politics bleed into everything, but most important I learned how to give grace and forgiveness to others and myself. They say it is a dog eat dog world out there, so I choose to be a giraffe – a horse of a different color. I don’t have to play the game, and neither do you.

The Worry Well doesn’t just apply to the town I grew up in. We get so caught up in such miniscule things that we can’t see the big picture, or we look at the big picture so much that we can’t see what’s right in front of us. There’s a balance you see that no one quite gets. Without love and relationship where would we be? Some day I’m going to come to the gates of heaven and if all I have to bring is the swatch of fabric from my couch, well… I don’t even know what will happen in that case. What’s important is the soul. Soul making, not soul faking. We may be able to pretend with our neighbors and even our families, but we can’t do that with God.

Maybe we focus on our outfit choices or hair color and freak out at minor incidences because we’re control freaks. Maybe all the worry comes from not trusting God. If you feel like the rest of your life is spinning out of control, then yeah I’d be spending hours upon hours picking out furniture. That’s where a lot of eating disorders, OCD, and other illnesses come from – trying to gain control in just one area of your life. People like to be in control of their own lives, or at least feel like they are. When the smallest thing goes out of focus, we hyperventilate because we have a delusion that we dictate our lives – In my opinion that sounds like a lot of work. Can you imagine trying to control every aspect of every situation down to timing, location, people, and conversation – sounds exhausting and impossible. We can’t control other people, and it’s hard enough for me to control my own weirdness on a daily basis and waking up at a decent hour so I don’t think I can handle controlling how other people act.

Control and trust. If you have problems with one you’ll likely have problems with the other. If you think they’re unrelated you are probably in denial. If you’re saying oh yeah I get that, but I’m different this is from my childhood and its just part of my DNA I think you need to take another look. I know many people have already made their new years resolutions, but I’d like to propose another. What if we spent this year trying to learn more about ourselves and figure out why we are who we are? Rather than blaming our odd ticks on our childhood, why don’t we figure out what moment changed our behavior or what reoccurring action made us so insecure, angry, or passive. Self-awareness is one of the most beneficial things, and I think it gives us some control back and even identity. Instead of flying off the handle or overreacting or having the urge to run we may be able to see a situation and know how we are going to react, and know why. It’s frustrating not knowing why we get so quiet around the underdog or break down when someone gives us constructive criticism. I said before that last semester was hard, so let’s help ourselves out a little and instead of trying to change ourselves this year we could try to discover more about ourselves. The first step is admitting there is a problem, is it not?