Can Healing Become A Fix?

How amazing was Meredith in these last 2 blogs that have been posted? If you haven’t opened them up to give them a read, I highly recommend it.

I just love the journey, dang it. There is always so much to learn, see, experience, and feel into. And there is so much out there in the holistic wellness community, so many beautiful offerings and tools and guidance. Truthfully, it can get overwhelming sometimes too.

I am an addict. I am obsessive by nature and stubborn as hell. (I am an Aries too, so that’s a double whammy). And in recent years, I would venture to say that I have almost become ADDICTED to healing.

Don’t get me wrong – healing is beautiful. We talk about it all the time. It’s one of the bravest things we can do…to look at our wounds, face our shadows, and honor the deepest parts of us that have been buried and ignored.

I’ll speak for me, but I have caught myself chasing. I have chased after this modality, that retreat, this book, that event. It can be such a sneaky form of “fixing,” where I can fall into the trap of thinking that:

This is the one that’ll do it.

This is going to be awesome and bring me full relief and restoration.

This will make me whole.

I don’t do it consciously. But it’s definitely there.

And while these tools are sacred and powerful, the truth is: we can spend so much time processing our pain that we forget to simply live. My friend and I have referenced this before as being as “process junkie.”

When that happens, my life becomes something to constantly analyze instead of FEEL and experience. A conversation with a friend becomes an opportunity to “unpack a trigger” instead of kick back and laugh. A quiet moment at home alone turns into an urge to jump into a yoga practice. An ache of the heart can become an obligation of something to “work on”. In all of this, I can forget that being human also means being here, being present, and being in it.

The healing journey isn’t meant to pull us away from life. It’s meant to return us to it. And it’s not all one way or the other – it can be this beautifully, divine weaving together of our deep inner work with the joy of living life itself. So that can mean a balance of sitting with grief, breathing into old wounds, and moving energy through the body. It can also mean some sprinkles of not caring so much, and letting that inner child roam free, play, and relax.

We don’t have anything to fix here. We are just here to remember our wholeness after the world got its hands on us, even in the midst of pain. We don’t need to dig all the time – and while there may always be opportunities to go inward and explore, we also already have so much sacred wisdom to share with the world. We don’t need to wait until we are “this much healed” before our life can become a huge bucket of hope.

The truth is, the most profound healing can happen in the pauses, the in-between, and in the moments where we simply allow ourselves to be.

What if these tools and practices are simply the pathways to presence?

Sometimes, the medicine isn’t in more healing. Sometimes, the medicine is in life itself.

If no one has told you today, I believe in you. I love you. And I respect your journey.

Love & Light,

JJ