The public fascination surrounding Mr. Rogers over the past few years has provided a good look into society. One of Sigmund Freud’s beliefs is that when there’s an excess, we will also find a place of lacking. For instance, when there’s an excess of drugs being taken in a person’s life, we can often find an absence of love in this person’s life (either they don’t love themselves, no one loved them, or both). When people are desperately trying to find happiness (and they are, look at the self-help best sellers), there’s often an excess of unhappiness or depression. The excess of Mr. Rogers reveals to us that there are so many people who want to be loved for who they are, but they don’t. The life they know is a life of guilt, self-doubt, disconnection, regret or all of the other ways that shame and self-loathing or self-harm can enter our life.
One of the aims of counseling is to work out with your counselor what you need in life. People who feel alone can develop skills or find healing in the counseling relationship as they search for connection. People who haven’t been respected in the world will come and find healing by being shown care, presence, and empathy. People who find their lives in ruins, like nothing matters, including themselves, come looking for the message of Mr. Rogers,
“You are a very special person. There is only one like you in the whole world. There’s never been anyone exactly like you before, and there will never be again. Only you. And people can like you exactly as you are.”
Counseling enables us to find our place again in this world. It helps us to see that we have values, gifts, and love to both give and receive with those we share a life with. It helps us hear the question of Mr. Rogers around us, “Won’t you be my neighbor?”
Mike Friesen is an intern at the Waconia location and is getting his Master’s in Counseling from Crown College. Before this, Mike also obtained a Master’s degree in theology
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