The privilege of healing
As per my last post, “Dopamine”. It’s important for me to say that I am in a relative of relative privilege where I have the time and resources to study neuroscience. I have a great therapist, I am safe in my community, I am fed and I have safe housing. This is not true for everyone, and as per Maslow’s hierarchy; it’s not easy for everyone to heal, and sometimes it seems impossible.
For example, if a person was born into poverty, abuse or war, they may be barely surviving, let alone healing. They don’t have the privilege of reading about neuroscience, they are fighting to get food for the day, to survive systemic abuse, to stay warm, to stay alive. I acknowledge that.
One thing that weighs heavily on my mind is how everyone around the world cannot get access to healing like most of us reading this can, because like I said in the essay - life isn’t fair. And that does hurt my heart because I believe that until we are all happy; until we are all taken care of, we are incomplete, like a body walking around with a broken limb. I don’t have the answers here, but I’m glad that many people care about the well-being of others. I’m glad that we can use the internet, I’m glad that we volunteer, and I’m glad that we are becoming more self-aware so that we can rise to the occasion and help ourselves, others, and the ecosystem. And if I could have one wish come true, it would be that the privilege of healing be accessible to everyone.