We are in the midst of a pandemic, and I do not just refer to the coronavirus. It seems as though we are in the midst of a pandemic of hate and judgement. It seems as though the more I talk to people, the more I hear hate-filled rhetoric and judgemental statements about others. It pains me to hear this as I cannot help thinking that we are all in this together, this life. We all are struggling to do our best and it seems as though some people have found it easier to cast judgement on others rather than look inward and work on becoming more compassionate and empathetic to themselves and to others.
In my work, I hear from people in all walks of life. I hear from people across all races, colors, creeds, religions. I hear from people of all political persuasions. I hear from people from myriad cultures and backgrounds. I love that aspect of my job. It opens me up to learning something new from the people I work with every day. It opens me up, period.
I wish the same were true of some of my clients. I find myself working with a fellow who comes from a Caucasian upper middle class suburban background, who struggles with addiction and mental health concerns. This fellow has told me in no uncertain terms how he leans politically and socially. What I have noticed in working with him is that he offers little to no compassion for himself having survived addiction and mental illness and affords those who suffer the same little compassion or empathy. It makes me curious as to why, and I can only believe that he has trouble with compassion and empathy because he is not yet fully healed.
In speaking with him yesterday, he told me of his hatred toward certain people, particularly people who do not take personal responsibility for their life choices. Interesting, coming from someone who has made a series of what may be considered poor life choices. It reminded me that people tend to judge others from those parts within oneself that are not healed. We project hatred on people for qualities in ourselves that we find disdainful. We refuse to offer compassion to those we hate because we cannot offer ourselves compassion.

I wonder what would happen if more of us were kinder not just to ourselves, but to others. I wonder what would happen if instead of judging others, we accepted each other as perfectly imperfect beings who are doing the best we can with what we have. I wonder if instead of hating others who are not like us, who do not look like us, who do not think like us, we accepted them as they are. What would happen if instead of passing judgement, we came from a place of love? What would happen if instead of practicing hate, we practiced loving kindness?
It costs us nothing to be kind to others, to offer others the love we should be giving to ourselves. It costs us nothing to be compassionate toward those who are different from us. It costs us nothing to listen to others with not just an open mind, but an open heart.
We are in the midst of pandemic of hate. Perhaps we can change that by treating others as we would like to be treated, with respect and dignity for being human beings. Perhaps we can change that by remembering that many people are fighting battles about which we know nothing. Perhaps we can change that by looking at ourselves before we judge others.

