09/06/2025
Journal Entry: On True Healing – Art, Silence, and the Illusion of Brokenness
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I’ve been thinking about how real growth happens—not the kind where you pay strangers to "fix" you, but the kind where you learn to navigate your own mind. I don’t want to dismiss anyone’s profession, but I question systems that profit from keeping people trapped in cycles of guilt and "relearning." True healing shouldn’t require a middleman with no credentials, preaching spirituality while ensuring you never feel whole enough to leave.
This is why I believe art—whether painting, music, or writing—is one of the purest paths to spiritual growth. Unlike sermons or paid "healing" sessions, art doesn’t preach. It doesn’t demand payment for wisdom or manipulate vulnerability by picking at wounds to ensure repeat customers.
I saw the difference clearly during that mom-and-son art session. They weren’t dissecting past mistakes or playing the blame game ("You keep failing because you didn’t listen!"). They were *creating*, moving forward in quiet understanding. No one played the "tree doctor," obsessively uprooting the past to justify their role as a healer. My place wasn’t to "fix" them but to witness their progress without interference and slowly attune to their thoughts and bring them the proper guided way to let them observe and learn by themselves.
That’s the danger of unchecked spiritual guides: they weaponize vulnerability. They’ll tie struggles to "karma" or some unproven debt, or even validate cruelty ("You hurt others because you were hurt!") as if pain excuses harm. But healing isn’t about justifying damage—it’s about relearning how to live without it.
Real growth doesn’t need a spotlight. No grand sermons, no expensive retreats. Just the steady work of tending to your own roots, without someone charging you to point out how "broken" you are. Maybe the most radical act is trusting yourself to grow silently, beyond the reach of those who profit from your doubt.
