It’s interesting the connection between “self-esteem” and depression.
Once I heard a Christian singer suggest that we spend too much time worrying about self-esteem. How come we don’t worry about God-esteem?
Sometimes I think that depression may be as likely caused by finding out that “self-esteem” promoters may not be promoting the esteem of the true self, but the false self.
Also I thinks it’s a matter of people at least in our culture, having a strange sense of identity. We exalt worldly achievers with prizes and accolades, and the rest get to watch and yearn, or even be punished or impugned. This gives us the false illusion that our value as a person and a member of society is determined by our accomplishments, setting us up for a fall.
I used to win prizes for academics fairly often. When I was in college and went to activities involving Indiana State students, I tried not to let others know that I actually went to Rose-Hulman, because then undoubtedly someone would go, “oh you must be smart” and then from then on I had a feeling that they didn’t really accept me. This didn’t help me self-image, as there were times I just wanted to be with other people and not seen as some sort of freak.
Now my kids are winning prizes, and I’m trying to train them not to be confused by such illusions; of course they are very capable of achieving and there is nothing wrong with that. I tell them if they can’t win, at least make the person ahead of them break the record. It isn’t about self-esteem, though. It’s about doing our best with whatever talents and situations God has given us. We should only boast on the goodness of God. The rest is just worldly detail. Worldly prizes are useful for building confidence to a certain degree, but they are deceptive.
Maybe I’m just a grouch, but I even think “employee of the month” if based on merit, rather than rotation, is potentially divisive to a work force even though it ostensibly sets good examples. I still remember the Employee of Month named “John” that got selected. Good brown-noser but completely disliked by peers. This was before Photo Shop, where my coworkers had to use actually cut and paste (for the computer-only crowd, that involves actual scissors and tape) and b&w copy machines, to place John’s face in a photo of a donkey, with the caption, “can you find the EOM in this picture?”
Alan