When Control Is Really Fear

If you would rather watch this week’s reflection than read it, the video link will be at the bottom of this post.

For a long time, I wanted to be seen as the one who was excelling. The one with the right answers. The one who seemed to be doing life especially well.

That pattern showed up in many places. It showed up in marriage, in parenting, in work, and it definitely showed up when I first entered recovery.

Back then, I approached recovery like something to be mastered. Study the material. Learn the principles. Apply them correctly. Looking back now, part of me seemed to want someone to hand me a test so I could prove I had mastered it and move on with life.

In those early years, I wanted to get the A in recovery.

Not just to understand it, but to be seen as the one who was excelling. The one who had the right answers. The one who could talk the talk in a way that impressed people.

I can remember sitting in recovery meetings barely listening, because so much of my attention was going toward what I was going to say when it was my turn. I was wordsmithing my share instead of being present with other people.

Looking back now, I can see that this was not just commitment. It was also protection.

Being seen as the one who excelled protected me from having to admit that I wasn’t.

And that pattern did not begin or end in recovery. I did not want to be the average one. I wanted to be the amazing husband, the all-star dad, the exceptional employee. I wanted to be the one who stood out.

At the time, I would have called that discipline or high standards. But underneath much of it was fear.

Fear of not being enough.
Fear of being ordinary.
Fear of being seen as someone who did not have it figured out.

And that fear came with a cost.

It cost me vulnerability. It cost me the kind of connection that becomes possible when we stop trying to stand above others and simply stand with them.

Instead, I was often still performing.

And to be honest, I can still feel that pattern in me sometimes. I can still catch myself wondering how I am being seen. Even with these reflections, I have sometimes had to sort through that question: am I sharing honestly, or am I slipping back into performance?

As I reflected in an earlier piece, Learning How to Stay, part of healing is learning to stop performing our way out of the moment and simply stay with what is here.

The difference now is not that the pattern is gone. It is that I notice it sooner, and I trust it less.

Over time, recovery began teaching me something I did not expect to learn.

Peace was not going to come from excelling. It was not going to come from being impressive or unusually put together. It was going to come through honesty, through humility, and through letting myself be one more human being in the room.

I also began to see that recovery was not a segment of my life to master and move beyond.

Life does not divide that neatly.

The way we speak, react, treat others, and face uncertainty all belong to the same life. The principles that guide us are meant to be woven into how we live.

Healing is not something we master.

It is something we return to.

Again and again.

Maybe peace does not come from mastering life.

Maybe it comes from loosening our grip, letting go of the performance, and living it a little more honestly.

The circle is never closed.

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