Unsupervised Healing
- Christian
- Oct 17
- 1 min read
After sleeping for what had to be thirteen hours straight, I woke up, went outside with my pups, and just… breathed for a while. Somewhere between the sunlight, their wagging tails, and the quiet, it hit me:
If I can’t find help for myself,
I can at least try to do for myself what others couldn’t.
I don’t know shit about somatic work, but I’m not afraid to learn.
I can read, I can take courses, I can study what it means to heal through my body — even if I have to do it alone.
Is it the safest thing in the world? Probably not.
But honestly, neither was my experience in therapy.
I want help but I don’t think that’s in the cards for me in this lifetime and I’m just going to have to learn to be okay with that.




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