“Dr. Goulston, please call
me when you have a chance,” Frank, a CEO I had been working with, called me
with a sense of urgency in his voice. I immediately went into my worry state
and returned the call.
“What is it Frank?” I asked
doing my best to lay a veneer of calmness over my concern.
“I think you helped me dodge
a bullet,” he said with a level of emotion in his voice that was unusual being
the highly analytic person he was.
Dodging a bullet sounded better
to me that taking one, so I felt immediately relieved. “What do you mean
exactly?” I asked.
He explained, “You and I
were speaking about my frustration with my moody son who I think is lazy and
blowing it in his junior year in high school. After you listened to me, you
told me that I was blowing it
in not recognizing his pain and you sent me a message (see below) to give to my
son that you told me was the cumulative collection of many of things you have
heard teenagers say to their parents. Well I gave it to him, he read it and I
asked him what applied to him. He looked at me… no actually he looked right
through me and narrowed his eyes in a hostile manner and said, ‘All of it.’ I
then said to him, ‘Why didn’t you tell me it was so bad?’ And he replied
firmly, but less hostile, ‘Because you
didn’t f*%king want to know!’
And he was right. I told him realizing my big error, ‘I’m sorry about that and
I’m even more sorry for beating up on you verbally or just walking away in
At this point Frank began to
cry with deep emotion in his voice and continued, “Then my son, seemed to let
go of much of his anger and looked me straight in the eye and said, ‘I’m sorry
for some of the things in that message you sent me that I have already done that
you must swear to me you will never tell mom.’”
Frank paused and I asked,
“What happened next?”
“That’s where the dodging a
bullet comes in,” Frank explained, “I told my son that with his permission just
wanted to bring my laptop with me and sit on his bed and work while he tried to
do his homework. I told him it that it wasn’t to spy on him or monitor him, it
was just to hang out with him because I couldn’t and wouldn’t allow him to be
alone in hell. And he said to me in his still teenage rebellious voice, ‘Suit
yourself.’ And that’s what we have been doing and although he won’t admit it, I
think we’re turning a corner and he feels a little lighter… as does my wife. I
called just to thank you.”
“My pleasure, any thoughts
on how you can keep from taking your eye off the ball?” I asked.
“When I clearly saw my son
alone in hell, it was a sight that I will never forget, so I don’t think there
is much chance I’ll blow it a second time,” Frank said with determination.
“Glad to hear,” I said.
Do you know any sullen,
angry, withdrawn, underachieving teenagers? If so, send this to them and ask
them what fits and what doesn’t. And then just
the things I’m doing that have disappointed you, I’m hoping you won’t just see
this as another excuse or a way of manipulating you, both of which I’m very
capable of doing and during other times have even been a master at.
I’ve been so good at doing both of those, I’m afraid to tell you what I’m about
to and have you think I’m just being dramatic and only trying to get attention
or get out of taking responsibility for my actions and paying the consequences
have a little bigger fish to fry.
it. I’m losing my mind, my sense of who I am, of where I belong, and I’m
spending more and more time wondering if life is worth living.
I know I
don’t have any reason to feel like ending it, I know that so many people have
it worse than me, I even know that I have all the reasons to live. I just don’t
feel any of them.
felt alone for some time now. It hasn’t been a few days or even a few weeks.
It’s been at least months.
intensity of rage that I feel not only chills you — which I know is why you
back off when it gets really ugly between us — it chills me.
hating you more than I hate you. When I hate you at the level I’m capable of
hating you I feel like destroying things. That has escalated and finally
shifted to thinking of just destroying me.
reality, I don’t want to destroy anything, I just want to destroy the pain I
feel and make it go away. But it won’t go away and I can’t make it.
reasons I drink, do drugs and cut on myself — all of which scare the shit out
of you — are because they all relieve me. When I’m stone cold sober and drug
free and the pain and the craziness intensifies, all I can think about is
numbing myself. I don’t do alcohol and drugs to get high, I do them to get by.
And when I
cut on myself, which terrorizes you, I feel like I’m cutting out the pain or at
the very least that I’m feeling something. And that gives me relief from the
pain of feeling nothing.
you won’t rub my face in this — which might actually wake me up or push me over
the edge, but I don’t think you want to play Russian roulette with me — you’ll
probably ask me what you can do to help.
And I wish
I had an answer to tell you.
the answer I’d like to tell you, I am telling you by telling you this message
and hoping you’ll “just listen.”
the hole in my being and the missingness at my core needs warmth from you mom —
occasional kindness from pathetic, rational, lecturing, clueless dad is not the
same — which I either think you can’t get to because all of us — including dad
— fight you or because you no longer have any warmth, either because you didn’t
get it from grandma or because it got worn out by all of us.
you’re not off the hook in this. I think you run interference between mom and
me and try to keep the peace and then I think you find your home away from home
when you get away to go to work or travel for work or play sports with your
start would be if I saw each of you making the effort to understand me
especially when you have no chance of really achieving it.
There is a
good chance that neither of you will be able to understand me because I am as
different from you as you are from each other, but it might help if I saw you
continuing to try and continuing to ask or say things to me like:
what’s happening and how you feel in another way, because I see that I’m not
getting it and I want to get it. And then tell me at its worst, what that’s
And if I
push you away, you might do well to stand firm and say, ‘We can’t go away
because as your parents we can’t allow you to feel so alone in hell and we’ve
got to do whatever we can to get you out. Sorry to tick you off, it’s in the
parents rule book which you’ll figure out when you become one.’ One of my
friend’s parents actually sleeps outside her room on the floor which my friend
both resents and feels safer with.
importantly I think it might help if I saw you not getting so frustrated and
throwing your hands up, because I keep pushing back and won’t agree to what you
think should make me feel better. Going along with it to get you off my back
hasn’t worked and actually makes me feel worse.
I think I
can live with the pain, I just can’t live with suffering. I think the suffering
happens when I feel alone in my pain for a long period of time and it doesn’t
I think if
I could feel less alone from the inside out, I could listen to what you and the
world are telling me from the outside it.
alone is feeling that I am unpaired with what everyone seems to have.
unpaired with a future worth living causes me to feel hopeless; being unpaired
with any help that I or others can provide causes me to feel helpless; being
unpaired with a reason to go on causes me to feel that everything is both
pointless and meaningless; and being unpaired with doing or accomplishing all
the things I’m supposedly capable of causes me to feel worthless.
feeling unpaired with all of those things cause me to feel des-pair.
like I am trapped in a deep dark cold mine shaft, have run out of food and
water and am running out of oxygen and time.
hearing people digging to find me. I hear them thinking they have found me and
are all excited. But what I know that they don’t know is that they’re digging
in the wrong direction because one of them got a glimpse of a doll in a
different mine shaft that I left there many years ago and everyone thinks it’s
* I recently read the galley of a wonderful new book by
Peter Guber called, “Tell to Win” Connect, Persuade and Triumph with
the Hidden Power of Story which reminded me of having the above
previously unpublished blog. I was so impressed with his book that I was
tempted to call this blog, “Tell to Live” which it actually is, but at the last
minute chose the one I selected.