Last month, I went to a concert. Concerts are not usually places one would consider mental health, but I went to a Christian concert. These concerts usually include deeper themes in the lyrics than many secular songs. My favorite band of this genre is called Casting Crowns, and they have so much music that has impacted me greatly throughout my life. They played one of their hits early in the set, and I found myself screaming the words of the bridge with much enthusiasm: "Lay down, lay down your old chains, come now and take up your new name." As a Christian, I believe that Jesus makes all things new. I began wondering why I did not live accordingly.
Then two weeks ago, I drove to the agricultural extension office in a neighboring county. I will be interning there this summer, and I was greatly impacted by meeting the extension agent I will work for. She shared some powerful stories of her battles with mental health, and some painful stories she encountered. She showed me a brochure she made when interviewing for her role, sharing statistics surrounding the bleakness of mental health in rural communities, and some opportunities for those people. I kept a copy, just out of being so touched by the example she led.
In full transparency, writing this essay is helping me to think through these experiences. I mentioned the idea of my "old chains" and how they affect my mental health. As a child, I was bullied physically by some of my neighbors. They would beat me up, and ridicule me. I would go to school and get bullied, excluded, and mocked for being "strange"or "odd." When it came to dating, I was never cool enough to find a girlfriend in high school. I would not enter my first serious relationship until my early twenties (the one I am in now, perhaps ironically). I was great at English and social studies in school, but I was always behind in math, and still struggle in my math classes as an adult. I worked the same retail job for four years, desiring to work hard enough to lead my own department. It took me four years of repeated failure to finally land a role. I have two associate's degrees that took me five years to earn, because I could not make a decision on what exactly I wanted to do, and I dropped out of college twice because I couldn't handle college algebra. I would work so hard for success, and then would see people from better financial situations than I had growing up who just seemed so much cooler and smarter than I was, and it seemed like I had to give so much more effort to even compare. Of course, this resulted in deep rooted bitterness and jealousy, which I hated about myself because I know those are traits I'm not supposed to have as a Christian. All of these experiences together, among other small experiences I can't even remember, taught me that I was and would never be good enough. I battle with periods of depression from time to time, and if I ever find myself struggling or failing, those old wounds try to resurface in my life.
I came to learn that hating myself to the level in which I did made it a struggle for those who loved me. My family and friends would often tell me truth to counter the lies I told myself, but I would (and in difficult times sometimes still do) ultimately choose to live by the stories I told myself about who I am. I used to think about finding a career that would just pay my bills and allow me to coast through life, but my struggles have changed me. I sincerely believe God allows hard times in our lives to mold us into better, stronger, and kinder people, and he will never waste a single tear. I am a substitute teacher now, and I sometimes hear my students tell me stories of struggles they have in their lives, and I can think back to when I've been where they are and give them guidance and encouragement, and see them benefit from it. I want my students to look up to me, and see me reflect character that will make them want to do the same in their own lives. It makes my heart happy to go to any one of the three schools I frequent and hear the students get excited that they get to see Mr. Cook. I remember once at a middle school I got to work with a student on understanding some math concepts, and the very next week he was walking by in the hall and poked his head into my class, saying "wow, you guys get Mr. Cook today. You guys are lucky." As meaningful as those compliments are, I am so happy I get to be a good influence to them every day. Whatever the next phase of my career is, I plan to hold the same commitment to loving and building others, and finding joy in their growth and success. I am studying agriculture, I will get to use my career to educate people and directly influence the future of food security in my community. To me, this is a privilege, and everything I've been through will make me a better steward of the people I will and do come into contact with.
In the end, it all ties back to my faith. God has plans for me, and will work all things together for my good. I sincerely believe this promise. As far as my "chains," the self hatred, the bitterness, the anger, they aren't who I am. I am not defined by mental health struggles, and I have the power to choose not to live based on how I feel. I am thankful for everything I have been through, and for being able to write this essay.