“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”
-Psalm 23
Over the past few years, my life has changed into something I never expected it to be – the vision I had for my 25-year-old self was this: graduated from college in four years or less with a 3.8 GPA or higher, close to finished with grad school, happily married, one or two kids, owning a home, and having a dog. Simple. No complications. No stresses. A perfect life.
Well, I’m 25 — 3.5 months away from 26 — and absolutely none of those things have happened. I did graduate from college but it took me five years and my GPA was around 3.5 (there were some dark times before I learned how to study). Not even going for grad school right now. Nowhere near married and DEFINITELY not even close to having any kids. Don’t own a home and don’t have a dog. And it’s especially not simple or uncomplicated or stress-free or perfect.
But guess what? I don’t really care too much that I don’t have any of those things. With the help of a few people and with the strength and guidance of my Savior, Jesus Christ, I’m learning to adjust and change my goals and love myself again. Over the years, I really have learned and changed and become someone else – a better someone else with different ideas and goals in mind. I’m still learning and changing and becoming. I always will be.
I feel the need to share real quick what prompted this post. One of my favorite songs is called “Bittersweet” by Spencer Schmidt. I’ve always loved it, but today it took on a new meaning for me. I’ve recently discovered that I have been struggling for years to love myself and accept who I really am. This song brought me to tears today because it told me that I need to take a breath and let go of what’s holding me back from completely being and loving who I am. For me, this song is about learning to love every part of myself and learning to spend forever in my own eyes.
Right now, I’m going to be vulnerable and share some of what I’ve learned about that. I’m a little bit terrified — this post is something everyone can see: my family, my friends, my colleagues. Some of what I’m writing are things I’ve only just barely learned to admit to and accept for myself. They are personal and raw and scary to share with other people. They are things that I couldn’t have figured out and come to understand without my two best friends (you know who you are) and my therapist with their unfailing loyalty and love — not only their ability to see past my flaws and just see my potential and power to change but their ability to help me see it, too… to help me see myself through God’s eyes.
I’m choosing to share this because I want to do what scares me so I can keep learning, keep changing and keep becoming. I also am hoping that this will help someone else because I know I’m not the only one who has experienced this kind of thing.
Self-deception, it’s called. The action or practice of allowing oneself to believe that a false or unvalidated feeling, idea, or situation is true. Apparently it’s what I’ve been doing for a very long time. Deceiving myself into believing things that are false, particularly that I am incapable of loving myself or that I’m not worthy to be loved.
All my life, I’ve been a goody-two-shoes — never intentionally breaking the rules and when I do, feeling like the worst person to have ever walked the planet. I’ve been too scared (one might also use the word “careful”, which is self-deceptive in this situation) to do anything different. I’ve been taught that rule-breakers are bad and should be punished. AKA: Should not be loved (self-deception, anyone?).
So I locked myself in a cage and have always been too careful to come out, for fear of being a rule-breaker and, therefore, unloved. Experiences keep shoving me further back into the corner of that cage.
For that reason, I’m someone who feels like I never learned to take chances, make any “real” mistakes, speak my mind or even think for myself. In a nutshell: I’m afraid of people — what they will think, what they will do or what they will say to me if I do something that goes against anything anyone has ever thought.
In other words, I’m a people-pleaser and I play it safe around anyone and everyone to make them think the best of me — online, in person, over texts, on the phone. Wherever I am, I mold myself into someone I’m not. I suppress my own opinions, thoughts and emotions. I stop myself from making jokes and singing my lungs out and acting on crazy impulses and having fun. I ban myself from all of this and more because I’m terrified of being a “rule-breaker” (whatever that means) — of being unwanted, unloved and unimportant. If I just stop it before it happens, if I don’t take any chances, if I just stay locked up in my cage then I can’t get hurt, right? (That’s completely wrong, by the way).
In reality, it’s not anyone else’s thoughts, words or actions that I’m afraid of. It’s my own. Because if I can’t even love and accept myself, how could anyone else? I’m terrified of becoming a rule-breaker, of being unwanted, unloved and unimportant in my own eyes. So I’ve locked myself away to keep myself from being the very thing I’m afraid of. Which, inevitably, just makes it worse.
I don’t know where or how I learned these things, but somewhere along the line that is my life, I was tricked into thinking that who I really am is not good and is not acceptable — is punishable and therefore, unlovable.
Most people don’t really remember high school with fond memories, but I remember laughing at everything, hanging out late into the night with friends, speaking my mind without caring what other people thought of me and so many more things. I remember having so much energy and being completely and perfectly happy.
Somewhere between now and then, I’ve learned to shut and lock the door of my self-made cage and to repress those characteristics. I’ve become weary and drained and not living up to my true and divine potential. Somehow, I learned to be afraid of me. And by being afraid of myself and suppressing everything that I am, I’ve been hurting myself for the last however many years.
I’m afraid of myself because I worry I’m not as talented as or as pretty as or as funny or happy or whatever as the people around me. I’m afraid of myself because I worry that I’m not good enough or well-behaved enough. I’m afraid of myself because I wonder if I am worthy enough. I’m afraid of myself because I’ve allowed the world to control and sabotage and distort my own perception of me for far too long.
But I’m done. I’m done deceiving myself. I’m done pretending. I’m done being fake. I’m done hiding and being locked away. I’m done blaming the past and the behavior of others. I’m done being exhausted and afraid and anxious and defeated by my own thoughts and actions. I want to take chances and say what I feel. I want to make mistakes that make me learn so that next time I can do better and be stronger. I want to laugh without reservation until my stomach hurts and tears are pouring down my face. I want to look to my future and feel energized and free again. I want to be ME!
This is going to take a lot of work for me to get to where I want to be again, both by myself and with others. There’s going to be a lot of unlocking the cage and peering out without opening the door. There’s going to be a lot of running back to the furthest corner of that cage and hiding and trembling from fear. It’s going to be messy and hard and I’m sure there will be a lot of tears. But there have already been enough tears of shame, self-pity, depression and anxiety. There has been enough of letting fear control me. These new tears will be ones that come from having courage and faith, and from taking chances, opening the cage and finally setting myself free.
One more thing that I have been reminded of again and again throughout this journey:
Without my Savior, I am nothing. “Yea, I know that I am nothing; as to my strength I am weak; therefore I will not boast of myself, but I will boast of my God, for in his strength I can do all things;” -Alma 26:12 (Book of Mormon)
“The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”
-Psalm 23