Healing is a job, our job. Our work of healing so that we can have a better life. That is what we all want.

At least, that is what we all say. Actually, we don’t all want to be better, to feel better, to live better, because that means accepting responsibility for our choices and our actions and our lives, it means giving up emotional crutches and secondary benefits.

Healing means letting go of the justifying narratives that are, however, also the ones that hold us back and harm us. It means letting one part of us die so that another part can be reborn.

For all these reasons and more, not everyone wants to heal. Some people have an identity attached to the disease.

Our mind communicates to the body when it is not well, when it needs our help, when deep down we are not as happy as we try to make it out to be. It does this in so many ways, with physical discomforts, such as headaches or bodily pains of various kinds, with stiffness and lack of energy, with insomnia, with weight problems, with illnesses, etc., or it does it with mental discomforts, such as anxiety, panic attacks, with addictions and various, with melancholy, with a constant sense of confusion and lack of concentration, with constant forgetfulness, with a feeling of always being out of place, alone, misunderstood, and the list goes on.

The truth is that we can only be wounded in our affections and deep down we know this but we are simply afraid to face this truth that we have been hiding from ourselves for years.