09/12/2026
Psych Saturday: Can I See Your ID?
It has been a very rich and busy few months. I have been teaching with Justin, investing in my own growth and skills with both horses and humans, supporting my clients, and working on building a future that allows Riding Far to reach and support more riders and horses. That, of course, is all on top of the usual day-to-day responsibilities of living: nurturing my own family relationships, taking care of my pets, maintaining my home, laundry, shopping, cooking… you know the drill.
This week I find myself tired. And with that weariness came feelings of frustration and discouragement. Yesterday I had a difficult ride on Lil' Joe. No one else may have noticed, but I did. I was tense and demanding in ways that I knew didn't work for Joe. Yet I couldn't seem to help myself (and Joe). So, after a number of small battles, I cut my ride short.
Did I mention I was tired?
On the ride home I was listening to a podcast and heard the word "burnout," and before I knew it my mind was racing to claim the title. God, how we love a label. Fortunately, I was able to quickly shake myself loose from the idea.
I don't object to the underpinning ideas behind something like burnout. Those who research and study a phenomenon like this make a valuable contribution. This knowledge helps us in numerous ways. It helps us understand ourselves and our reactions to the world we live in. It helps us understand and support others. And, most importantly, it can help us find effective ways to grow and change. What I object to is the tendency to claim it as an identity, as if the mere statement, "I am burnt out," could capture the depth and complexity of who you are and what you have experienced.
There is a shift in our current culture to glorify such labels. Given my work as a psychologist, I hear it most around diagnosis. I am anxious. I am depressed. I am bipolar. I am ADHD. I am on the spectrum. I am neurodivergent. I am… as if the diagnoses defined them.
I remember in grad school, during my clinical training, that it was impressed upon us that people weren't their diagnoses. We were carefully trained never to equate a person with a diagnosis. Instead, we described the diagnosis as a way of naming the experiences they were challenged with. The diagnosis informed the client and the work. It was never meant to be their identity.
More and more of my clients these days define themselves by their diagnoses. It seems to give them a sense of identity and entry into a club or group where they feel less alone and find support. Yet, at the same time, it limits them. Often in ways that work against their goals and what they want for themselves. I never thought in a million years that my work would evolve into "undiagnosing" people, helping them see themselves beyond their symptoms.
I suppose I should not have been surprised. After all, growth is all about stepping beyond our stories. It is about claiming the richness of who we are and resisting the temptation to find refuge in some convenient shorthand.
On my drive home yesterday, I felt some of the feelings we connect to burnout. I will take this seriously and act to care for myself. At the same time, that does not define me. It is not my identity. I am so much more than that. What's your ID?
~ Paul