By Jere' Webber, LMFT
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August 7, 2019
Welcome to my blog The Flawed Therapist. I named myself The Flawed Therapist because although my life has been very good, I've also really messed up, had some major sucker punches to the gut, and needed to make corrections on several levels. I'll talk about these learning opportunities periodically to share in the struggle, offer hope, shed some light and wisdom gained, and partially as a release for me. I'm still struggling, healing and growing. I don't think I'll ever stop. This struggle is part of what I believe to be my divine purpose in life. I believe Heavenly Father explained these conditions to me (all of us) before coming to earth and I agreed to do it knowing the greater purpose- to become like our Heavenly Parents. Read about the ancient art of Japanese kintsugi, it's a long, tedious process but the end result is flawed beauty. (Kintsugi bowl in picture. www.focusnewspaper.com) "You're a professional, you must have your act together." I'd like to think so...not always, not totally, NOPE. I think we tend to look to people with a professional title and have an expectation of them having their personal life, marriage, 401K, family relationships and all hopes and dreams all lined out for years to come. We tend to want to put people on pedestals. We want to believe the people taking care of us have it more together than we do. Reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Jerry tells the lady at the car rental agency, "You know how to TAKE the reservation, you just don't know how to HOLD the reservation." People may be really good at what they do for a living but behind the scenes may be a totally different story. A story of heart break, broken dreams, unresolved hurt, anger, bitterness, unresolved failure (future topic). I have a friend, who allowed me to share part of her story. "Daisy" is a gifted healer, works wonders for people in her care. However, there are days when her depression will not allow her to get up and go. The work she does leaves her weakened so she has to pace herself. Her body fights against itself leaving her in pain and agony. She may shut down for a period of time for needed self care. I know all this and I still trust her to care for me even though one could say she cannot heal herself. We don't have to have to be the epitome of health, vigor and "got it togetherness" to have the capacity and capability to help others. Sometimes the act of helping others helps us in ways we may not fathom. MY story - "How I came to be a Marriage and Family Therapist" I didn't grow up wanting to become a Marriage and Family Therapist. I wanted to be a fertility specialist. I wanted to help couples. I guess in that sense, I'm still living the dream. I started out as a pre-med student but I was arrogant and unprepared. I graduated (fled) a year early from high school with a chip on my shoulder. I didn't listen when my parents wisely suggested I start out at the local college while I got used to the college life. Nope, I high tailed it out to Brigham Young University to see what I could be. I still cringe at my arrogance. I quickly learned that independent life was amazingly fun and began my reality life check (I'll recount that story another time). After a couple years I came back to Texas and went to that local college my parents suggested in the first place. I continued my premed courses and I loved EVERY course I took. My mom always told me I could be whatever I wanted to be as long as I was willing to work for it. I joke that she wasn't factoring in organic chemistry...or the fact I got pregnant. Even pregnant I kept chasing my goal. I made my biology professor so nervous he'd avoid me, or maybe my belly repulsed him, either way I thought it was funny watching him intentionally go down a different isle when he saw me coming. After my daughter was born I tried to keep going, but I felt dumb and dumber, not because I had a baby, but because I just didn't feel smart enough. I stopped. I was deflated. But my love for the work didn't die. To this day I get excited hearing about how the body and mind works. Two years later and a divorce, with prayer and guidance from my parents (Look who's listening to her parents now!) I decided to switch to Family Science and Human Development. I enjoyed learning about family systems. I also enjoyed staring at my human sexuality instructor (story for later). After graduation I was accepted into the PhD program in Marriage and Family Therapy at Texas Tech University. Well, I married that human sexuality instructor, had our second child and graduated with my Master's Degree in Marriage and Family Therapy. I didn't finish my PhD. I wanted to go back to medical school. I felt I had the strength and stamina to try again. I loved it. I picked up where I started, struggling in class but loving every minute. As I spent more and more time away from my little family, I realized I was going to have to make a choice. I would either be the mom I wanted to be or I would be a doctor. I felt I could not do both, nor be good at both. I always wanted to have 4 children because I was an only child and I swore I would not do that to my kids, and 3 is not fair because of middle child issues (my thought process at the time). I decided to put the dream of becoming a fertility specialist down so that I could have the family I wanted to have. I honestly thought, "After the kids grow up I can go back to school." (mmm hmmm). My husband was very supportive and would have helped me had I decided to continue, but I drew the line. I made the decision and I have not regretted that decision. Being mom is the most important role I will ever hold, second only to being a loyal wife and daughter of God. Together, Shayne and I have carved out a life where we can have flexibility to be present parents, contributors to the community and help individuals and families in need. It came at a cost, but we wouldn't have it any other way. Do we have our ducks all lined in a row? Oh we have the ducks, the chickens because eggs, the cows because milk and you need graham crackers to dip in the milk and oh we like cheese, know what goes with cheese? POPCORN! Yep, all lined out... Perfectly Flawed I remember blindly giving power to people in my life because of their title...or they looked like they had it together. I didn't think that maybe the person in front of me had an addiction they were battling, mental health issues that would keep them from work at times, or a marriage on the brink of divorce, all while sitting in front of me, serving me. I just trusted. I assumed. I didn't consider the personal struggle, grit nor sacrifice that person had to endure or continued to endure to get to where they were. For the time being, I had neatly placed them on a pedestal and there they sat. I have even been guilty of putting myself on a pedestal (humility, another topic for later). The syndrome of "I'll make my life look so good, no one will ever guess what's really going on in my mind or heart." - that's one facade that cannot last long. No amount of icing can keep a crumbling cake together. Bottom line. I'm in the human race of trying to improve myself while gaining traction in my career, family, personal goals and spiritual goals. I've taken some pretty hard knocks in life. I've brought some things on myself while other times I didn't see it coming. Through it all, I feel I've gained insight, wisdom, humility and increased love for my fellow brothers and sisters. I genuinely want to be of service and that service is all I have to offer. I'm opinionated, I study, I ponder, I ask questions, I attend seminars, I am a perpetual student, I create and I am a steadfast leader. I do all I can so at the end of the day I can lay my head down with thanksgiving for a productive day. Honestly, some days I'm just giving thanks that we have groceries in the fridge, we all love each other and I didn't mess up any client schedules. Some days I stare at the computer or distract myself from doing what's most important - the scary thing. Some days I kick ass and take names (I like those days). I'm a work in progress, and yes, I CAN and DO help others. That's The Flawed Therapist life.