A “failure” that is out of my control—if it has a significant impact on my life—is really hard. It hurts to call it a failure. It implies you can control something you can’t control. I think, in a situation like that, I want to do the best I can, and not to beat myself up about what I think I did wrong.
I’m pretty good at beating myself up, and what I’ve found is that I’ve got to kind of “not-think” about the things that make me feel horrible. My goal is to avoid the pain I suffer when I think about the wrong things too much. If it’s a situation where thoughts lead to extra pain, anger, railing at the universe, fear, or anything like that, I would want to find a way to avoid those things.
When I think about myself in a situation like that (and I hope this is not something anyone has to go through), I think that what I want is a kind of acceptance. I didn’t do anything wrong. I can’t avoid the consequences of my so-called failure. I can make the best of it. I can try to make the best as long as I can work it.
I think that faith can help enormously for folks who are faced with an overwhelming problem. God offers comfort to many. It seems like a lot of people can give up their fears and worries to their God when they really need to.
Love, of course, is crucial. To be with loved ones helps enormously. If it’s a big problem, and you’ve done all you can, then it’s time to let love do as much healing as it can. It’s also important to go on, enjoying your life and being grateful for the blessings you do have, irrespective of the problem you couldn’t solve. I’ll bet your family loves you very much, and can express it. I’ll bet a lot of other people do, too. You may be surprised at where you find people who want to support you. Ride on their support, as far as you can. It may not be enough, but it may dull the feelings that the feelings of loss bring.
Even if the failure is something I had a hand in; even if I somehow brought it on myself; I have come to the conclusion that it’s not worth beating myself up about it. This is a hard-won lesson, and not easy to implement. I’ve been beating myself up much of my life, and more over the last year, but I am finally coming to see there’s no percentage in that.
My goals were, no doubt, outsized—beyond my ability. I held onto them very, very tightly, but all they did was make me feel bad. I feel that I screwed up my life. I’m not going to be able to do what I was brought onto earth to do. Oh, does that make me feel awful! But maybe my goals were too big. Maybe they were more than I could handle and also have any kind of happiness. So, somehow, I have to come to grips with this. I have to be ok with myself as the failure that is not a failure that I am. If I think of myself as a failure, I only have pain. If I can stop doing that, I can find a way to enjoy the rest of my life, which, you may laugh, seems far too short.
Ok. This isn’t easy. I slip and let the bad thoughts in regularly. But there are times I can put those thoughts aside, and I can remain on an even keel. I should let myself feel good about that. Sometimes—I do.