Today I’m sharing something that I’m pretty sure someone out there is going to disagree with, and perhaps that person is correct. Perhaps it is more admirable to feel deeply. Let me know what you think…
(I wrote this post after the Orlando violence last month but before the most recent round of shootings in Minneapolis and in Dallas. Unfortunately, according to this website, someone somewhere in America is killed every day.)
I pride myself that as time passes, I learn more and more about myself – what I like, what I know isn’t worth trying, and where my boundaries are. I can wear my heart on my sleeve with the best of them. I can hear bad news… a mistaken shooting, thousands of homeless refugees, intercultural war, car crashes where only the kids survived… and be at a loss for days. It hurts so much; too much to even function. I have let the lack of humanity assault me continually until I’ve had to check myself into the hospital. I definitely have been so overwhelmed by the negative that I couldn’t pass a homeless person without giving them everything I was carrying. I’ve thought that I hurt so much that I actually felt those people’s pain.
What good does feeling this do for anyone?
I have limits. I happen to be someone who can’t see violent movies because I don’t seem to be able to separate movies from reality. I know how much time I can spend with challenging people before I start to feel resentful or angry. And I know that I have to let these awful news stories and events breeze on by my head if I want to be a positive and happy person. And I do… I really believe that (in addition to being able to take care of myself and my family) being a source of light in the world counteracts the darkness. I think I can counter it without even being reminded that it’s there. Believe me, I know it’s there.
That’s not to say that I don’t care. I care too much to care, if that makes sense. I sent money last year to that family who lost their father and doughnuts to the school who lost a teacher. My daughter and I drove hundreds of sandwiches that Chickfila donated to all the people who lost their homes to last May’s floods here in Houston. We dropped off supplies for days. We always participate in food drives or clothing drives or anything where we can make some kind of difference in someone’s life. I am not at all indifferent, which I’d consider a far bigger issue.
What I don’t allow myself is the time to mull over how such things could even happen or what it must be like to be them or what’s wrong with the world these days. I simply can’t. I have to separate myself. I can’t allow my heart to be affected by such news because deep down there, it’s not strong enough to fight back.
I know from a past intense job in the community that the more of your soul you give to global issues like this, the more vulnerable you become. I became so hopeless and overwhelmed that I couldn’t even handle laundry. I was so afraid of being attacked or of random street violence that I had to be hospitalized, and there, I learned some life strategies for coping with any kind of intense stress. It’s all about boundaries really.
I learned how to briefly tolerate pain when it arises, how to ask for what I need or give myself what is best for me (like saying I can’t do something or give something my mental attention), and then how to regulate emotions better.
So I don’t give much emotional attention to the negative. I am disappointed in the repetitive violence and lack of humanity and compassion between individuals, classes, and races. I used to think I was personally responsible to come up with a global solution to the violence. Instead, I want to actively focus on the good that can come from such harsh reality, not the harshness itself. Maybe these awful things have to happen in order for change to come about… who knows? I know that I can’t control it and so I can only do what’s best for me. Right now, that’s turning those thoughts and feelings off and heading outside to swim with my daughter. It is consciously deciding not to live in fear.
Let me know what you think. How much emotion do you give to the horrible news stories that keep popping up? I am genuinely interested in hearing.