Why I Don’t Call Myself a Spiritual Healer Anymore

When I first got into spirituality, I thought I had to get outside more. Touch some grass. Collect crystals, even. Like there was some unspoken rule that, to be spiritual, you had to be in touch with nature and if you weren’t? Maybe you just weren’t spiritual enough.

And for some people, that might be part of who they are. That might be part of their journey. But for me, it wasn’t authentic.

Do I like going outside? Sometimes, maybe. But I’m happiest when I’m inside, and there is no point pretending otherwise. I believe part of healing is being honest with yourself, even when it is something as simple as admitting you don’t enjoy being outdoors.

New age spirituality comes with so many rules.

Did you make sure you put your crystals outside in the moon? Because there is absolutely no way that moon energy is getting through a few bricks.

Is your vibration high enough? Because God forbid you should experience a “lower vibration” emotion. It’s much healthier to dismiss your feelings and shove them down, right?

And who made up the rules anyway? Why do they get to tell you what your path should look like or how it should be?

The way I see it, the only person who is an expert on you is you. You should be the authority on what is and isn’t right for you.

I completely understand that so many people feel lost when they first begin this journey. They don’t always know what is and isn’t for them. But whatever framework you enter should give you room to explore who you are, without locking you in.

And that is why I don’t associate myself with the word spiritual anymore. It comes with too many rules and boxes people in, leaving limited room to grow and discover who you actually are. Healing should help you become more yourself, not teach you how to become someone else.