The healing world, society, & what now.

It gave me a lot of hope in the past — seeing more people wake up to the idea of healing. Letting go of ego, of shaming others for being weak, for needing help, for having emotions.Over time, a lot changed. The suicides, the self-harm, the pain — it stopped being a joke. It became real.

We had to start talking about mental health, and we did. We had to soften, to become more compassionate and understanding — of our differences, our addictions, our shadows.Spirituality became popular. The LGBTQ+ movement expanded. Black Lives Matter rose and shook many awake. Conversations erupted around colonization — about guilt, shame, and history. Many white people were told to sit quietly and listen, and for a time, we did.

Then came new layers of sensitivity. We had to be careful how we spoke, because some people were still figuring out who they were — and words could wound. Many of us tried to stay open, inclusive, understanding.But in the end, I think the truth is simple: we’re all healing. Black, white, gay, straight, male, female, and everyone in between.

The whole world has been colonized in one way or another. Slavery has existed across all skin tones and lands. There isn’t one definitive villain or one race to demonize. We’ve all been shaped — and scarred — by history.

But as these movements to be heard grew, they also began to divide us — to create new “us versus them” narratives.

We all struggle, in our own way, to accept ourselves — to open up, to become who we truly are. These movements have given people a voice, yes, but sometimes they also silence others. And when that happens, isn’t it just another form of bullying? Another projection of pain?

We are pack animals. Maybe the division was needed for a while — so that certain groups could feel seen, could find each other. But in the end, we’re all human. We’re all battling with this same reality — the humanness of being alive.

So isn’t it time to let go of all that and step into something more collective, more unified? But then, how do we actually function as a society? How do we honor our uniqueness and our similarities, while still having morals, boundaries, and healthy ways to raise our kids?

If we believe in “no borders” and “oneness,” then what are the rules? Is it a free-for-all? How do we ensure people respect each other’s boundaries? What happens when we disagree — when we want different things? It’s a beautiful idea in theory, but in reality, most people I know can barely hold a relationship together, or have a healthy argument. So how do we build this dream of global unity when we can’t even maintain harmony in our homes?

Maybe that “we” doesn’t include everyone. Maybe some still want to control, punish, or hate others — and that’s the uncomfortable truth.

Don’t get me wrong — I believe the “all one” idea is beautiful, but right now, it feels almost impossible. People are too traumatized, too stuck in their own pain to truly listen to one another.

As someone who’s worked with clients for years, I’ve seen it firsthand: healing isn’t just about resolving trauma. It’s about learning people skills — how to have healthy conflict, how to set boundaries, how to communicate, how to be secure in oneself.

I used to believe I could teach that — and in some ways, I did. But it’s frustrating to see how much easier it is for people to live in avoidance and distraction than to face themselves. With constant screens, busy lives, nightlife, work, and financial stress — who wants to spend time or money on healing when a holiday sounds so much more fun?

But that’s part of the problem. Because when the majority of the world still avoids, still can’t communicate or face emotions, then even those who do heal end up living in a disconnected world — one that doesn’t yet know how to meet each other’s needs. And that’s not sustainable.

Over the last few years or so, I’ve had my eyes opened. The psy-trance scene, where I once felt I belonged, revealed its shadows — festivals preaching fairness yet practicing the opposite, friends talking about “tribe” but quick to betray. It hurt, but it wasn’t new. That pattern — disappointment, rejection — followed me all my life.

Then October 7th happened. And suddenly, people I knew from all over the world began justifying horrors, spreading conspiracy theories about Jews, Zionists, and Israel — calling them colonizers who deserved suffering. The hypocrisy was staggering. Every nation was born of struggle, yet only one was singled out for erasure.

It made me ask: why are we so susceptible to propaganda, to narratives of revenge and victimhood? Why do we find it easier to justify violence than to choose accountability and peace?

People resonate more with the story of the oppressed and the oppressor — it’s simpler than facing our own responsibility. Yet for years we’ve been told: face your shadow, set boundaries, heal your trauma. When did we forget that?

With a thousand fewer friends and many relationships lost, I started questioning why connection has become so fragile. Why are relationships so easy to throw away? Why can’t we hold conflict with love anymore?

I don’t think the answer is just “healing generational trauma.” It feels deeper — more systemic.

In the West, we’ve mastered freedom and comfort, but we’ve lost our morals. I’m not saying religion is the answer — but without it, we’ve lost the grounding faith that helps us endure suffering. We’ve lost the stories and traditions that bind us together and teach us how to live with depth, humility, and grace.

And that’s frightening.

So of course, when someone challenges the family system — the “black sheep” — everything shakes. When tragedy strikes — the loss of a mother, a son — there’s often no community strong enough to hold us, no shared faith to help us make sense of it all.

Where do we go from here? Honestly, I don’t know.

Maybe we need to backtrack. Maybe, as a Christian-rooted culture, we could revisit those teachings — not to control, but to remember. To listen to the stories with fresh eyes and humble hearts.

Confession, celebration, faith — these can be sacred acts if they help us become more grateful, forgiving, and honest with ourselves.

Yes, religion has been used to control, and that calls for discernment. But in these times of great shadow and upheaval, perhaps reconnecting with God — however you define that — is what will save us.

Whatever works for you — in the simplest form --- prayer, reflection, meditation — just find a way to honour something greater. Because without faith, it’s hard to make sense of this reality, especially as things grow heavier.

So I urge you: find your own way to honour God, or Spirit, or the Creator. And yes — do the healing & growth work. It’s not just for you; it’s for all of us.

The times ahead won’t be easy. But the deeper your roots grow, the stronger you’ll stand when the storms come. The shallow roots — they’re the first to blow away.

Lisa xx