A call to arms…
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How I would love to jump on that bandwagon, make some changes, set things straight, make the world a better place. I would’ve too, had I been younger. But now, I’ve lived through a few of these efforts with myself and I check the facts.
I am a person who sees injustice and has an overwhelming desire to “right” the “wrong.” The right and wrong are in quotes because in retrospect, I don’t always believe the outcome was as helpful as I had hoped it might be. Additionally, the effort put forth on my behalf to make these changes in systems has a cost. A big cost to me, and in a trickle-down way to those close to me. Specifically, I exhaust myself, leaving less energy to attend to my family and friends and am left on fumes that barely animate my lifeless day to day.
These are the facts. One year ago today, I stopped the most exhausting and the most disappointing of a long stream of community change endeavors. A year of rest, and again I find myself with a renewed thorn in my side, a remembered splinter in my brain, a lingering injustice that I feel compelled to correct. The old way I addressed these challenges did not work.
Realistically speaking, I provide care to people that they often find beneficial and which generates a sustainable income. I am deeply, humbly grateful for this good fortune. Most people would be satisfied with this livelihood, being thankful and spending their time with family, friends, on hobbies, crafts and community. I make efforts to think this way. To be satisfied with what I have. I just can’t. I think about the number of people suffering, unable to access helpful therapy, in emotional pain, and I can’t be satisfied. I can’t be comfortable when others are suffering. I think I can do more to help. I just don’t know what, or how.
I listen to podcasts, read books, attend trainings, look for examples of ways that people have made meaningful changes in systems that might resonate for me. An option or idea I hadn’t considered that would allow me to contribute to a more affordable, efficient and accessible method of delivery of DBT for those who want it. The hope of developing another choice to broaden the reach of this helpful therapeutic approach. Thus far, there have been no aha moments or brilliant revelations. One of the great changers, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Jr., Mother Teresa, even Marsha Linehan, I am not. I am just some lady, with a husband, two kids, pets to feed, toilets to scrub, dishes to be done and bills to pay. I cannot make the changes needed on my own. I need the momentum of other people with resources and motivation of their own to buoy the process and balance the efforts. I just don’t know how or where to find them. Do you?
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