Broken nose? Play through it.
Sprained ankle? Run it off.
Dislocated joint? Ski until it's back in.
Bleeding? Just don't get it on your uniform.
It seemed that no matter how serious the injury, if there was any chance to play through it (even the absolute slimmest chance) you HAD to go on. So usually we did. You can throw a band-aid on a paper cut and continue reading for days. You can stretch your calf until the pain subsides. Sometimes we really could suffer through the pain.
But not always.
There was always that one injury that everyone assumed was nothing. But it wasn't. The sprain that was really a break. The sore muscle that was really pulled. The bump that was really a concussion. The cut that got severely infected. Sometimes sucking it up doesn't help at all. Sometimes sucking it up just makes it worse. Sometimes if we would have properly taken care of the issue from the beginning we wouldn't have had any complications later on.
But it starts with acknowledging that there is a problem that needs to be fixed. And that's true for all areas of life. Physical and emotional.
It starts with a question: "How are you today?"
It ends with a lie: "Okay"
The dictionary defines okay as "satisfactory, all right, correct" yet anytime I hear someone use it, I know that none of that is true. It's funny how sometimes we use positive adjectives to describe absolute turmoil. It's the emotional equivalent of "sucking it up" for an injury. But like trying to place a bandaid on a bullet wound, the injury is still visible, and no healing is being done.
We don't want to say we are not okay because we hope that our shoddy attempts to fix our problems will work. Maybe if I throw myself into my classes the break up won't be so terrible. Maybe if I pick up some extra hours at work I won't have as much time to think about the pain. Maybe if I avoid that part of town I won't miss them so much. We try to fix the problem, but like homeowner that uses a picture to hide a hole in the wall, the problem is still there. It will have to be dealt with eventually. The picture will have to come down one day, and the hole will not fix itself. Fix it now or in 30 years when we sell the house. It might be too late.
When we tell someone we are okay, we are trying to convince someone else that we are doing "satisfactory", "all right" and that our life is "correct". Yet we don't believe it ourselves. We say the words with as much conviction as the playground bully being forced to apologize for his rein of terror.
Usually we mean the opposite. We mean that we are tired. Stressed. Hurt. Insulted. Confused. Lost. In over our heads. We mean that it was hard to get out of the bed that morning. We mean that our eyes are stinging from holding back tears. We mean that we are in pain. And when we say we are okay we really mean we are not okay.
And that's okay.
It's okay to not be okay.
Actually it's better to be not okay. Because if you are admitting that, you are already on your way to healing. We need to start treating our emotional more like our physical health. We need to take the time to deal with our minor issues before they become major problems.
So what exactly am I telling you? I'm not saying you have to tell every person that asks how you are all about your emotional well being. But there is one person you have to ALWAYS be honest with, and that person is:
Yourself.
So if I asked you today how you are doing, and you said to yourself I'm okay, please don't stop reading now.
Take time to take care of whatever is bothering you. Take a nap. Take a bath. Go for a run. Go shopping. Go sit in a tree. Talk to God. Talk to a friend. Talk to yourself. Breathe. Sob. Yell. Scream. Kick.
Do whatever you have to do to tear down the picture that you tried to hang over your emotional hole. Take the time to fix it now.
Be honest.
Be real.
Be not okay.
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