Dis-ease

Yesterday I was thinking about the reality that each and every person on this planet has dis-ease. Even the one's we look at and think "not them" -- yes them. It's (usually fairly) easy to put on a brave face and functional front at work, church, family or social gatherings. But what about after hours, behind closed doors?

I am not saying that most of us are not pretty darn functional for the most part. However, most of us also have to work pretty hard at functioning at a level that the world around us demands.

If we weren't all afflicted with some dis-ease -- then maladies like substance dependence, alcohol use, cigarette smoking and over eating would not be such a pervasive part of the world around us. We are all trying to numb, escape, outrun, relieve or feed something inside us.

One more thing for this post, everyone I have ever talked with has wished they didn't have their particular disease. It also seems common for people to believe that their disease is "the worst" -- as if some afflictions are easier to manage than others. Not easier, just different.

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Back to the drawing board

I remember way back when that I found motivation and means for the change I wanted to make in my teens and was successful (by the standards I had set for myself back then). Again, in my twenties, but it was a completely different desire and drive for change. In my thirties, once again it seemed to be a completely different impetus and incentive that helped me facilitate necessary change in my life. Now I am in my forties and finding that nothing I have previously tried up to now is going to do the trick for me.

Back to the drawing board.

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Resentment, roadblocks and resurrection

I've learned a few things during my four decades on my journey. Both as a weary wanderer and as a curious clinician. You know one important thing I have learned? Everyone -- and I mean everyone -- resents their "disease" (dis-ease).

Why me?
Why this?
Why can't I just be "normal" like them?

Guess what.... no one is "normal" (normal is just a setting on my dryer), and everyone is plagued with some sort of disease.
There is something else I am learning. Resentment only slows me down and presents further roadblocks for me to overcome in pursuit of my own resurrection.

Coming to terms with always being under construction.

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