Feeling apart.
Do you have a part of you, you wish you could get away from?
If this resonates with you, know that it is also me. Know that it is everyone I’ve met and worked with.
I love my job and the people I work with. I work with high school youth every day and get to learn with them the beauty and complexity of our social, spiritual, emotional, intellectual, and physical beings. Practically this looks like shooting basketball trick shots, dancing to rap music, laughing way too much, listening to hardship, reminding youth of goals, home visitations, and crisis intervention. One of the reasons I love my work is because of the variety of environments and moments I get to be with youth. Present in the highs and the lows, in the downtown east side and on the top of Grouse Mountian. Yes, we go skiing. Did I mention I love my job?!
A common thing I try and do is invite youth to consider other people’s stories to help them place or give language to their own experiences. This narrative type of therapeutic intervention sometimes fails miserably and other times it works well, propelling people into further insight and self-awareness.
So without showing all my cards, here are two true stories.
Story 1.
Jarrod (*name has been changed to protect privacy) is sixteen. He’s funny and likes to share stories about his ridiculous co-workers. Jarrod can seem shy at first but grows to trust people quickly. I recently had a conversation with Jarrod and he was overwhelmed. Deadlines, family conflicts, and finances made sleep a stranger to him. His eyes held the weight of expectation, his words fought themselves by saying that he was trying and that he was not trying hard enough. But in the moment of our conversation, he was done. Ready to block out the world and give up. He was considering ending his life.
At that moment, I felt how badly he wanted to feel differently. He desperately wanted the part of him that overthinks and is stressed to disappear.
As a support in his life, it would be unprofessional, unhelpful, and hurtful if I said something like this…
- Hey man, this is too much. Could we spend time together when you are feeling better?
- You’re way less fun to be around when you’re depressed like this.
- Thanks for sharing but it doesn’t look like you’re trying hard enough to change.
I feel cold and ruthless just writing that. Of course, those things should never be said to anyone.
Story 2.
I recently had a conversation with someone that left me feeling unheard, hurt, and ashamed. The majority of the week I had been caring for others and really felt like this was going to be a time when I could share some things that were difficult for me. I left feeling disappointed and questioning my value. I hated feeling like I was not enough, I was ashamed of the part of me that wanted to be cared for.
I knew I wanted to feel different. But guess how I responded to my feelings of disappointment and loneliness…
- Andrew why are you feeling hurt, I hate it when we feel like this. Get over it.
- Andrew, no one wants to be around you when you are like this.
- It’s not helping anything by feeling hurt, try harder to not let this happen.
What!? The very phrases I would never even consider saying to one of my youth are the phrases I said and routinely say to myself.
Maybe you can relate.
Do you have a part you wish you could get away from?
Do you treat that part of you like an ignorant, unprofessional youth worker?
I’ve spent the greater part of 25 years trying to get away from the parts of me that I don’t like. Trying to ignore the parts of me that others ignore. Making enemies of the parts of me that others have waged war against. It’s an exhausting cycle, trying to hate the person that walks around with you every day.
I know I don’t need to tell you that hate does not bring healing. It never will.
I’m slowly learning how to be the me that I am to my students, to me in the second story. To be someone who listens, creates space, and is compassionate towards all parts and feelings that may come up on a given day. And of course, there will be days where I fail miserably and other days where I’ll succeed. But always choosing to be present with each part in the highs and lows. Although it is daunting, I can begin to heal when I can be with what I feel. Not exiling, not shaming, not getting angry at what I feel. Just being with.
Okay, one more story.
This one is different than Jarrod’s and mine because He was perfect in every way. Every part is in harmony. The creator of life. Set apart from all of creation. Creation separated and grew apart from him, but he saw our brokenness and pain.
And so God came.
He came down to earth in the fragility of a baby. He came to seek and to save, to touch and to heal, to be present with all parts of humanity. He came to show compassionate love and grace to the parts of us we’ve been trying to hate for 25, 45, 65 years. He came because he knew that we needed someone who would see all of who we are and it wouldn’t be too much. Our sickness and shame, our grief and anguish, is not too much.
He came because he wants to be close to you, even when you are apart.
Even if it is just a part of you that wants to believe God wants to be with you, listen to that part, maybe have a conversation with someone about what is coming up for you or send me a message.
If you are in the Vancouver area I’d invite you to check out Alpha to learn more about the God who wants to be with you.