I lost my executive function. Doing the most basic tasks made me spiral with anxiety. I became neurotic. I just could not understand where we'd gone so wrong. I started to examine everything I believed was normal because everything I’d learned up to that point was the usual script of my generation that everyone told me would lead to success: go to school, get good grades, work hard, get a job, serve in church, budget, start a family, buy a house…to what end?
I’d done all those things, and for some reason success still eluded me.
Maybe from the outside looking in, it seemed like we were doing OK: Successful marriage. Four beautiful children. Homeschoolers. Faithful church-goers. College educated. Why wasn’t all of this privilege producing the desired results? (I hadn’t even begun to examine how others without such privilege were fairing).
I wondered about the families I'd known who seemed to be amazing, fall apart: parents and children going no-contact, siblings who couldn't stand each other as adults, or kids who reject the values they were taught growing up--including my own family of origin.
I'd known wonderful couples who appeared happy and successful, only to announce their impending divorce. As much as I recognize that families who make the difficult choice to end their marriage are doing what is best for their family, it isn't what I wanted for my family. I wanted to figure out some missing link that these families had buried within their struggles that they were not talking about.
(And, were these things "failures" or were they just part of a narrative I'd assumed were breaking down "traditional" family values? Paradoxically, were traditionally "successful" families actually thriving?)
Somehow, I convinced myself I needed to start a podcast that I ended up running for five years hoping I could investigate the cause of my confusion. I knew there was this thing about family culture where some families had figured out how to succeed--whose children were Olympians, or scholars and entrepreneurs--and I wanted to know what they were doing. How little did I understand the Pandora’s box of answers I was about to let loose in my life!