Do You Miss Who You Were Before All This? I Do.

Today, a friend I hadn’t seen in a while sent me a text saying, “I miss you, John!”Immediately, I thought to myself, “Me too!”Like many truthful things, the reply arrived housed in humor but left a terrible lingering aftertaste of regret.I was joking, but I wasn’t kidding.I wonder if that resonates with you: the grief of remembering the person you used to be before this sickening season began; of wondering what in the hell happened to that previous iteration of yourself?When I think about the millions of people I’ve crossed paths with over the last decade doing this work, there is such a through line of loss. Whether it was saying goodbye to the idea of God or country or family, to a belief in the goodness of people, to their sense of optimism about the future, to relationships with people they once felt fully at home around, they have been attending a long-running funeral that never fully ends.But of the legion of lamentations they’ve shared with me, the greater mourning I have sensed in people is the loss of their former selves.There is a cost to enduring the unceasing s**t storm of Constitutional crises, acts of treason, atrocities against vulnerable people, and cultic indoctrination of tens of millions of people we share a nation with.In our earnest and valiant efforts to confront this incessant ugliness, we have been transformed, and often not for the better. Oh, sure, these days have helped us clarify our convictions, distill what truly matters to us, and enabled us to tap into strength and perseverance we’d likely never have discovered otherwise—but they’ve also rightly beaten the s**t of out us in the process.When I consider the person I was a decade ago and compare him to the person in the mirror (well, aside from looking forty years older), I can’t help but notice the latter doesn’t laugh as easily as the former, he is far less naive about his friends and family members, he finds it far more difficult to give people the benefit of the doubt, he doesn’t see the horizon of history as wide open as he used to.I begin to grieve that version of myself and feel a bit guilty for losing the earlier one along the way, but I also know exactly how it happened:He had to watch his former church friends collectively sell their souls to a vile, profane, serial predator, as if he were the Second Coming. He sat at dozens of holiday tables listening to uncles and in-laws deliver well-rehearsed racist rants as easily as breathing.He scrolled through hundreds of hours of the most asinine and baseless conspiracy theories about face masks, vaccines, rigged elections, and Democrat child trafficking networks.He overheard his white neighbors of stratospheric privilege, rambling about the dangerous immigrants supposedly overrunning our town.He began countless days reading about incomprehensible Supreme Court rulings, the passing of mindbogglingly hateful legislation, and the political victories of sociopaths and criminals. That s**t leaves a mark.And as I inventory ten years of exposure to senseless cruelty and prolific discrimination, it suddenly makes perfect sense what happened to that former version of myself: he gradually faded away in the face of too much hatred winning too many times.So, today, I am missing and mourning that younger, more hopeful version of myself, and I’m also worried that this less iteration of me will also burn up in the inhospitable atmosphere of this national sickness, yielding someone whose heart is harder and whose sense of belonging in this place is even more tenuous than it is today.But right now, all I can do, all any of us can do, is wield all the goodness, courage, and faith I can still muster—and hope it is enough.In the comments, share the things you miss about your former self, and how you’re trying to hold on to the hope you still have.FRIENDS, I can’t do this work without you. If the writing makes a difference to you, please consider a paid subscription. You’ll get tons of exclusive content, and my sincere gratitude! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit johnpavlovitz.substack.com/subscribe