THE FOURTH QUALITY - COMPASSION
"I wish I was taller. I wish I didn’t have depression. I wish my father was still alive. I wish I didn’t have to work. I wish I was straight.” I have spoken all these phrases at various points in my life. I have also experienced more conversations than I care to remember that started with the words, “I wish I had passed my exam.”
So much of the emotional pain and suffering I have experienced during the last 15 years was the result of resistance to things I couldn’t control or change.
Holding onto these thoughts simply prolonged my suffering and offered no solutions to my problems. I was in effect torturing myself in ways that I would never contemplate for anyone else, not even my worst enemies. The successful students I worked with over the years rarely beat themselves up when things went wrong. They recognised failure as part of the process of learning and were able to comfort themselves during hard times. If I was to defeat depression and anxiety I needed to learn to show myself COMPASSION.
I was an ambitious person and drove myself to exceed my own expectations. Whenever I failed to reach my self imposed and often impossible standards I beat myself up. My inner voice whispered in my ear, “You’re useless. Nobody will like you if can’t impress them with your status, your job title and a flashy car.” This inner voice often whipped me back into shape and I climbed up the next rung on the corporate ladder. Over those 15 years I experienced a lifestyle that would be the envy of most. I dined at the best restaurants, I traveled to exotic countries, I drove a sports car. So long as I kept climbing and spending, I felt good inside. What I failed to appreciate was the ladder was standing on some very shaky foundations and as soon as I stopped climbing my life began to topple over. The fall was long, hard and fast. Without the six figure income and the status of my previous role I quickly lost the things I had poured my self worth into.
Bye bye sports car, bye bye expensive holidays, bye bye £15 roof top cocktails.
With hindsight it was the best experience of my life. I learned two important lessons during this period that enabled me to build compassion into my development plan. The first lesson was that my climbing and spending was not driven by a healthy sense of my own potential; it was driven instead by fear. I was running away from those aspects of my life I was resisting because they were too painful to accept. The second lesson was that ACCEPTANCE of those things that I couldn’t control or change, was the first step in showing myself compassion.
Employing the curiosity I spoke of earlier, I came to view my anxiety as a product of spending time in a ‘mental time machine’, zipping backwards and forwards between decisions and actions from my past and potential risks and outcomes of my future. Walking my dog in the countryside I was rarely in the present moment. I was ignorant of the sunshine streaming through the canopy of the forest or the sound of a nearby brook. Instead I was back in that business meeting from six months ago where I failed to get approval for my spending plans. Next minute I was jumping ahead to one of many possible futures, explaining to my team why I could not afford to replace a member of staff who recently left. My worry grew stronger the more I used my time machine to relive the past and plot out my future. Turning to my personal development books once again, I found the answer to defeating my anxiety in meditation. A daily practice of meditation each morning taught me to become MINDFUL. Mindfulness is a mental state of focussed awareness on the present moment. I admit that to begin with I approached the practice of meditation with a large dollop of scepticism, but my curiosity kept me going until I began to experience immediate and lasting relief from my anxiety. I discovered that it was impossible for my mind to spend time in the time machine while it was in a state of focussed awareness on the present moment.
We spend so much of our lives trapped in our heads reliving the past or worrying about the future.
Using meditation, I felt for the first time I was no longer simply existing. I was experiencing my life.
It is my long held view that most of us who have experienced depression have lived with the belief that “we are not good enough”, for a sustained period of time. Unable to grow physically, intellectually, emotionally or spiritually we fight against our natural desires until the suffering becomes too much to bear and we unplug ourselves from our lives. When we arrive into the world we arrive perfect as we are. We accept the world and ourselves without judgement, we risk failure as we learn to walk and we don’t give up the first time we fall over. If we did we’d all be crawling into Starbucks for our grande, soya lattes on all fours. It never occurs to us as babies to question whether we are good enough.
Over time as we build relationships with our parents, our friends, our teachers, our bosses and society in general we absorb their opinions of us and often accept them as the truth with very little scrutiny.
For many people as they grow through adolescence to adulthood they develop a healthy sense of identity independent of others' opinions and then learn to nurture their sense of self worth. For me, that process of ‘growing up’ was interrupted by a set of circumstances that were outside of my control. I learned during my adolescence in the late 1980’s that being short, ginger and gay was not a competitive advantage in the race for acceptance by others. I was however smart and a hard worker. So I poured all my energy into winning others’ approval by getting the best grades, the best job and the best stuff. Surely then I would be good enough. As my development strategy drew to a close I found that the cure to feeling not good enough was to shower myself with KINDNESS. I established a habit of writing down each day in my journal five reasons to be grateful for who I was on that day. I made a list of actions I would take to show a friend or family member that I loved them and instead I took those actions for myself. Initially, I felt like I didn’t deserve the attention but finally after a long period of sustained kindness I came to believe I was good enough, exactly the way I was.