In 1988, when Bobby McFerrin released his hit song, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy,” it seemed you could not turn on the radio without hearing it play. Of course, no one was complaining. The song was not just catchy, but also had a message that seemed to strike a note in the hearts of most folks at the time.
My ex, our daughter Arlena, and I were on a road trip to Florida back then. We were going to visit my brother and his wife, and I was feeling the pressures of being a relatively new father. It wasn’t that I regretted being married, or having a child. I was excited by both. The problem was that I had no idea how to manage the responsibilities of being “All grown-up.”
Mom and Dad had always made it seem so easy. So had the parents of my childhood friends. Easy, that is, because if nothing else, they were all grown-ups, and seemed to intuitively know how to handle the pressures of life.
So, even if I found his advice difficult to internalize, singing along as the song played over, and over, and over again on that road trip left me feeling just a little less pressure. For a few minutes, the weight of my new-found responsibilities was lifted as we belted out the lyrics along with Bobby.
Unfortunately, as is so often the case, when those lyrics faded, so did the message of encouragement they had brought. The weight of responsibility, lifted for a moment, returned with a vengeance. Worry would come charging back, reminding me of how unfit to carry the weight of adulthood I really was.
Despite my ability to talk a good game, I spent the majority of my adult life in that state. Looking back, I now realize that anxiety and depression played a major role in my struggles with being a grown-up. I found some relief in my early forties when a doctor prescribed an anti-depressant.
That relief was short-lived, as I heard and believed the message I was hearing at church that my depression was merely a lack of faith. I didn’t need medicine; I needed to grow-up. So, I threw away the bottle of pills that had been helping lighten the burden of responsibility; choosing instead to have faith that God would somehow magically intervene.
The result of that little experiment was a loss of faith in God, and a slow path toward self-medicating. Instead of admitting I had a problem, I tried to make it go away with drugs. Of course, that only allowed addiction, the beast inside of me, room to flourish. Eventually I stopped worrying because I stopped caring about those responsibilities. My life was controlled by drugs, and I put their use ahead of everything else.
My life was still missing the second half of Bobby’s message. The drugs may have helped me to stop worrying, but they did not bring happiness.
There is a reason that responsibility is an important principle for me to practice. It is a lesson I learned early on in my attempts to get clean and stay clean. I came to realize that my refusal to treat my mental health did not excuse my behavior. I could not blame that pastor, the church, or even God for my decision to ignore it. In fact, even blaming myself was of no value. Instead, I needed to take responsibility for treating my mental health, and for all the things I had done as a result of my bad choices.
I’ve come to realize that mental health issues are like any other health issues in life. A diagnosis of depression is not a sign of a lack of faith, any more than my two heart attacks were. Instead, like so much of life, these things offer me an opportunity to take responsibility and to grow up.
All of these thoughts came as I sat here this morning meditating on responsibility. I was thinking of Shaun, and how, almost seven years ago, I accepted the responsibility for helping parent him when I married Amanda. Despite recognizing the mistakes I had made in parenting my grown children, I gladly accepted that responsibility.
I know it wouldn’t make a hit song, but Bobby McFerrin had it all wrong. The message I needed to hear was to accept responsibility and be happy. As I have learned to do so, life’s weight has grown lighter. My faith in God has grown stronger. I’ve even grown up a little.
When I accept responsibility, I allow myself the opportunity to…
Have a remarkable day!