Please Stop Beating Yourself Up…It’s Not Helping You!

Why is it such a human trait that when a mistake is made by someone, they often go into the negative process of beating themselves up afterwards? I often asked myself this question for a number of years because I too was one on those who liked to self-flagellate by mentally and emotionally beating myself up when I thought I made any mistake. Through many sessions of therapy, meditation, prayer, and work surrounding my recovery from addictions, I discovered that my metaphorical process of picking a bat up and beating myself senseless when I thought I did something wrong, all stemmed from growing up in a dysfunctional family where I usually took the blame for everything.

Some of the most painful memories from my childhood are of my parents suffering from their own alcoholism and mental imbalances. In many dysfunctional homes where the parents are sick from any disease of addiction, the children often get blamed for anything that goes wrong, regardless of whether it was their fault or not. Most that suffer from addictions don’t like to look in the mirror and see that they are the cause of their own misery. It’s easier to put that blame on someone else and make them as miserable as they are. In the case of my own family, this often proved to be true. My sister and I were often the blame for the slightest of things that in most healthy homes would never have even been an issue. Both of us were punished quite a bit for even the slightest of mistakes that we did make. And unfortunately, the two of us spent much of our childhood years apologizing for every single little thing that went wrong in our parents lives. Sadly, that pattern continued even after we left home to venture out into the real world on our own.

When one is beaten down with regularity on any level, whether it be mentally, emotionally, or physically, it becomes very easy to start doing that same pattern to themselves when they encounter a triggering situation. One example of that could simply be when a person makes a similar mistake as to one they made during their childhood which resulted in them being punished. I once found it was much easier to put myself down long before someone else got the chance to scream and yell or seriously discipline me from an apparent mistake I made.

It’s taken some seriously hard core work to understand that there are a lot of things in life that aren’t ever my fault. It really is sad that people have a tendency to just place the blame on someone else because they can’t face it within themselves. I’ve gotten much stronger now to see many of those times when that’s happening so that I don’t go into the process of picking that bat up and beating myself up for something that’s not my fault.

On the other side of the coin, there are also those times when I really have made a mistake that affected myself or others negatively. But I’ve come to realize that I don’t have to beat myself up in those situations either. Everyone makes mistakes. EVERYONE. And when I make them, I try to love myself now through it, instead of beating myself up mentally. God has helped me to see that all of that punishing my parents did to me as a kid for those mistakes I really did make, never really helped me to become a healthier person. In fact, it did just the opposite. So for all of those times I spent beating myself up in my adult years, it was only reinforcing the same negativity I experienced as a kid when my parents were doing that to me.

I find that many people in recovery meetings seem to do a lot of this pattern of beating themselves up. There, they speak of how they have been a scumbag or a loser or use some other terribly negative word to describe themselves with how their addiction took over their lives. And they talk about how bad of a person they got to be. But what they don’t realize is that the only thing they are doing at that moment is hurting themselves even more when they are saying those words. Deep inside each of them is a little kid who from the start, only ever wanted to be loved and cared for, and is still waiting for that. But for many of them, like it was in my sister’s and my life, this never happened. Instead we became punching bags for our sick parents and then when they were no longer in control of us, we became our own punching bags by continuing to beat ourselves up, which only kept ourselves sick and miserable.

The process of beating ourselves up over any mistake, whether it really was our fault or not, is seriously unhealthy for each of our souls. It doesn’t help us to grow and it won’t increase our levels of love and light within us. So the next time you make a mistake that is your fault or find yourself being in receipt of someone else’s mistake, I encourage you to take a moment, breathe, and remember that you don’t have to beat yourself up in either case.

For those situations that really were your mistake, try practicing forgiveness for yourself and all others who were affected as that is the most loving action to do. And for those situations that weren’t your fault, stop taking ownership of them by asking God for the strength to deflect that negative energy being aimed at you. Send love instead to those sick people who refuse to look in the mirror at their own problems.

In either case, you’ll find in following these simple suggestions, that you’ll be beating yourself up a lot less until you no longer want to ever do it again.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

The “God Please Help Me!” Prayer

There’s a lot of people out there who I know of both in the recovery circles and outside of them who really struggle with the concept of prayer. For some it has become relatively synonymous with religion, which is considered poison in their minds, so they they want nothing to do with it. For others, it’s the process of how to pray that overwhelms them, so they don’t ever even try. I understand and relate to both of these points of view, but have come to see that a prayer can really be as simple as just saying four words: “God please help me!”

Prayer is defined as “a solemn request for help or expression of thanks addressed to God or an object of worship.” While that may indeed sound religious and lofty, the truth is in saying those words, “God please help me!”, that a powerful prayer has already been spoken and nothing more has to even be said. What’s funny though is that I once thought prayer had to be some great Shakespearian prose.

That probably stemmed from having grown up in a religious family who attended church week in and week out for many years. There, I heard many prayers that never made much sense to me and most were just words being read aloud. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t attend any church currently as I never feel my heart is being stirred when listening to someone else’s prayers or reading them in unison with others from a piece of paper. To me that just feels like there are specific rules or formats to praying and I don’t believe that there actually are. I feel that prayer is an intimate experience that’s different for each and every individual who utilizes it.

Most people usually picture a person kneeling with their hands clasped tightly together when it comes to prayer, except that’s only one of an infinite number of ways that people can pray. There’s also standing, walking, driving, eating, playing, lying down, jogging, running, hiking, working, and so on, are you getting my point? There really is no specific position, place, or format on how to pray. All it really takes is to just start. And for much of the past few years of my life when the excruciating pains that I’ve been going through are overwhelming me, I have struggled myself in doing that. But one day I heard a friend in AA speak at a podium who changed my own viewpoint on prayer. He said that in his weakest moments, when he feels most overwhelmed in life, and has no clue on how to start praying, he just raises his hands up in the air and says the words, “God please help me!” and then finds the rest of the words come forth.

Since hearing that man speak in AA, I have applied this countless of times in my own life on all those days when I don’t feel like I have the energy to go on anymore. I have lost track of how many places I have found myself crying out those words of “God please help me!” And I’ve come to see that in many of those times, I not only feel closer to God in saying them, but I find a whole conversation with God is then able to pour out of me.

Prayer doesn’t have to be a religious thing nor does it have to be filled with exalted words. It doesn’t have to be done in any specific format nor does it have to be carried out in any certain place either. Prayer truly has no boundaries, and there is no right or wrong way of doing it. Sometimes, all one needs to do when struggling with prayer, is to just take a moment to think about the difficulty their facing, then breathe deeply, and say those four little words of “God please help me!” It really IS that simple.

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson

“Seeking Those Shiny Things”

There was a time many years ago, when I had to have the latest and greatest of everything. It really never mattered to me what they were, I just wanted them because I thought they would make me feel better. And each time I got any one of them, it always became my best friend for awhile. But in every single case, the moment came when it no longer made me feel better, and I started looking for another one to replace it. A friend of mine in recovery often refers to this condition in life as “Seeking Those Shiny Things”.

Many people who have battled one addiction in their life and found recovery from it, often find themselves only falling into another one down the road.  I’ve watched people find their recovery from alcohol and drugs just to see them replacing it with something else such as sex, cigarettes or caffeine. There are others who I know of that were once addicted to sex or gambling, and instead have replaced them with alcohol or drugs. There’s even many now who I see doing none of the above but instead are constantly overeating. In my case, one of those substitute addictions I found was to seek and buy those shiny things.

Upgrades to my home stereo equipment, owning the latest and greatest cell phone, purchasing modifications for my sports car, securing the best laptop on the market, buying top notch headphones or televisions, were just some of those shiny things I sought after. With each acquisition, I’d get a “high” off of its newness and coolness just like I once did with a drink or a drug or a quick sexual act. That “high” was also boosted by always having to show everybody else what it was and what it could do. My ego would swell and I’d feel important and special for a short while. But like any addiction, such as to alcohol or drugs, I eventually needed more of and more of those shiny things to keep that “high” going. And it didn’t help my situation either that my parents had left me some money when they passed away, which only fed this addiction even more. But thankfully, it appears as if all my spiritual work to grow closer to God in recent years, has given me the ability to see all of these substitute addictions much more clearly. Because of this, I am happy to report I no longer am seeking those shiny things anymore, or falling into any other addiction now either.

While all those shiny things in life still gleam and sparkle around me everyday, beckoning me to purchase them, I actually am doing what I can now to maintain the ones I already own that once each did the same. My cell phone is from three years ago. My laptop is over six years old. My car dates back to 2007. And my home stereo system is even older than that. There are many others I could list here as well that I still own and haven’t replaced yet. Several of them have even been to repair shops at some point or another just to keep them running, and I have found a sense of humility in that action alone.

The biggest lesson I have learned in all of this is that every addiction, including the seeking of those shiny things, is just a substitute for a temporary “high” and short-lived happiness. In the long run, all of them only lead to misery, more cravings, and a life filled with nothing more than ups and downs. I’m glad I’m not seeking those new shiny things anymore and instead am taking all that energy and putting it into my journey to grow closer to God. Is that an addiction too then? I’m sure many would argue it is. But at least I can say that in the case of dedicating my life to God, I am becoming more selfless and filled with love and light every single day. I think anybody would agree that’s a whole lot better than the dead-end paths that results from the seeking of those shiny things or any other of those selfish addictions for that matter…

Peace, love, light, and joy,

Andrew Arthur Dawson