Frustrated. Annoyed. Disconnected. Aggravated. Isolated.
These are just a few of the words I use on a regular basis in relation to who I would consider my circle of friends. But, I am in a state of constant battle with this because there’s a guilt that follows whenever one, or all, of those feelings decide to make an appearance. “They’re my friends, I shouldn’t be annoyed and frustrated with them.” But nevertheless, the reality is that I am.
It wasn’t until a recent conversation that I started to put a few pieces of the puzzle together.
I had an epiphany of sorts recently that, if a few things in my life don’t drastically change, the direction my life is heading in is not leading where I want it to. I carry a lot of hurt and brokenness from my childhood that has shaped how I live my life as an adult and how I perceive and interpret the world around me. And they’re not good perceptions, they’re damaging, not only to me, but they have the potential to affect and hurt the people around me if something doesn’t change.
It’s difficult to write about this part of my life in just a few words, so let’s just say that within the first 16 years of my life my mother contributed a lifetime’s worth of damage to me. She was extremely emotionally abusive, manipulative, entitled, absent, erratic, and a lot of the time just downright cruel. Any opinion expressed was demanded to conform to her own opinion, any hint of a feeling or emotion was either completely dismissed or manipulated into invalidation. It was like a game and she was the puppet master, controlling everyone and everything around her. She played by a different set of rules which consequently lead me to a sense of extreme inferiority and inadequacy. Nothing in my life was ever good enough; not pretty enough, not working hard enough, grades aren’t good enough, not skinny enough, the list goes on and on. And to top it all off, I was constantly reminded that all of her problems (her health, her weight, her marriage, her relationship with my siblings, and whatever else she felt like adding to the list) were all my fault.
Your mother is supposed to be someone you trust, someone you can confide in, and whose opinion and beliefs about you help shape how you see yourself. So when you’re consistently told certain things, pretty much since birth (my earliest memories go back to when I was about 3 years old, so it was definitely a while), and they’re coming out of the mouth of someone you’re told you can trust, it’s very hard not to begin to believe the things being said. They are things that have stayed with me to this day and continuously echo through my mind.
The most frustrating part is that I know logically that the things said to me aren’t true and that none of it is my fault, but the way I feel tells a different story. Maybe now you can see why I hate feelings so much. They’ve never lead me anywhere good and it’s usually easier to refuse to feel them.
I’ve now reached a point in my life where I’d like to be in a relationship, get married, have a couple of kids, that whole deal. However, I realised that there is absolutely no way I want to inflict my dysfunction onto my husband, much less my children. Which means that if I want that life, there is some serious work to be done. It’s definitely not easy or comfortable, change never is, but God has already started to reveal areas in my life that need some work.
Which brings me back to friendships.
The aforementioned conversation brought to light a few (more like a dozen, ha!) issues with my friendship group. The somewhat comical part is, it’s all self-inflicted, I just didn’t realise I was doing it.
In Psychology there is a behaviour model referred to as schemas. A schema is a pattern in life that starts in childhood and reverberates throughout our lives. It begins with something that was done by the child’s family or by other children, and eventually this pattern becomes part of them and determines how they think, feel, act, and relate to others.
I’ll let you in on a little secret, we all have schemas, at least to some degree. Our childhoods and our past experiences shape who we are and our attitude towards the world. But for me, these attitudes and behaviours control me and that’s where the issue lies.
I push the people that are closest to me away because I have an expectation that they’ll leave or abandon me.
I see close relationships, not as a place to relax and be vulnerable, but rather as dangerous and unpredictable and as something to be avoided.
In conflict, I emotionally dissociate myself from the situation because it creates an illusion of separation between that situation and the rest of my life.
I have accepted that no one will ever be able to fulfil my emotional needs, that I’ll never be heard or fully understood, despite desperately craving that understanding.
I have an innate, built-in belief that I am defective and flawed, and that if those defects are exposed to people they’ll inevitably reject me because of them.
I feel different to other people, like I’ll never fit in, so I perpetuate it by surrounding myself with people that are unlike myself to validate that feeling.
I surround myself with emotional people because I interpret emotion as weakness and it gives me a sense of superiority, which is me overcompensating for my feelings of defectiveness.
I have a consuming need to be in control of my emotions at all times and put an excessive emphasis on logic and rationale while disregarding emotional needs.
Obviously, these are not my most flattering qualities, but they all stem from feelings of neglect, invalidation, abuse, shame, and inadequacy. I completely understand how it is I’ve come to hold these beliefs about myself and the world around me, but I’m desperately trying to change that.
What I’ve discovered is that, in setting people around myself that are very different to myself and highly emotionally charged, I’m feeding my own flaws. Without realising, I’ve given myself the perfect excuse to not be vulnerable with people, to not get too close, I’ve intentionally placed certain people in my life that I know will never be able to fully understand me to further validate my feelings of defectiveness and isolation, and I keep everyone at arm’s length, never letting anyone get a glimpse at who I really am, so that they can’t hurt me if they walk away or abandon me. I am in complete control of every relationship in my life. Of course I’m going to be frustrated all the time when I’m literally surrounding myself with friends that are completely incompatible with me!
Now is the time to practically change a few things. I’m branching out, testing new friendships, reconnecting old ones, and seeking guidance from people older than me that model a life I wish to emulate. In doing this, I’ve noticed that by immersing myself in a group of people that have a lack of maturity, both emotionally and spiritually, it has bred immaturity in me. Well, maybe not bred it, but it’s certainly stunted my growth, specifically in those areas.
“It has been said that it is the intensity of years and not their extensity that is a true measure of maturity, for maturity is an attitude of life. It is our attitudes, not our arteries, that determine the quality of our life. Our age is beyond our control, but whatever our age, our attitudes can be changed by the power of grace and a holy purpose” – J. Oswald Sanders
Moving forward, it’s time to grow. And the only way to do that is to cut back all the branches in my life that aren’t bearing any fruit, the ones that have stopped growing, so they can become healthy again. In John 15:1-4, Jesus says,
“I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful. Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.”
You can do all the pruning you want, but it you aren’t connected to Christ, the Source, then it’s merely wasted effort.
There is, of course, a practical component necessary to this pursuit of mine towards spiritual maturity, but it is only fruitful if it results in increased likeness to Christ. Spiritual maturity is simply Christlikeness.
“But that’s no life for you. You learned Christ! Since, then, we do not have the excuse of ignorance, everything—and I do mean everything—connected with that old way of life has to go. It’s rotten through and through. Get rid of it! And then take on an entirely new way of life—a God-fashioned life, a life renewed from the inside and working itself into your conduct as God accurately reproduces his character in you.” Ephesians 4:20-24 MSG
And as I become more like Christ, my defects, flaws, imperfections, misconceptions, hurt, brokenness, frustration, anxiety, it all begins to fade away, being replaced with His incredible, transforming grace that covers all.