Why Liberation-Centric Community Matters:
On relational recovery
Our bodies are adorable.
They want to be held and loved so, so bad.
Bad enough that we’ll actively participate in our own oppression for even the semblance of safety and belonging.
It doesn’t matter what we know we “should” do.
We “should” leave that shitty relationship.
We “should” stop hanging out with those soul-sucking people.
We “should” speak up and speak louder. We “should” go all-in on our wild creativity because we’re all gonna be dead so, so soon.
If our bodies think it’s safer to NOT do what we know we “should”…
…they’re going to keep doing the things our conscious minds know we “shouldn’t”.
If liberation and recovery from colonial capitalist patriarchy makes us feel like we’re going to be alone, isolated, unsafe, unseen, unheld…
…it’s gonna take a hell of a lot of effort (not to mention a fucktonne of stress, misery, and existential panic) to disentangle ourselves from the oppressive + toxic spaces we’re in.
Pre-awakening — when I was still trapped inside of my white feminism — I hated myself and my body.
But, I was surrounded by other people who also hated themselves and their bodies. It was safe. I had people around me to mirror my experience.
When real community isn’t available, our nervous systems will cling to mimickry.
I felt so alone, so cut off from myself, but I couldn’t name it.
Because my body was saying, “what if I’m never held or seen again? What if this is all there is? What if I leave this place + these people, and then I’m REALLY all alone?”
It wasn’t until I met liberation centric people who showed me what love and freedom actually looked like, who showed me again and again that they weren’t going anywhere, who showed me that I could leave my old life behind and be okay…
…that I could finally make myself move.
I dragged my feet to my own fucking freedom because my body wanted love and connection so badly.
It was so terrified of losing the perceived safety I already had.
I’d only ever experienced faux love and faux belonging. I didn’t know real love existed.
It took seeing it and feeling it for me to trust it.
My recovery couldn’t properly begin until my nervous system trusted that liberation and community were safe.
This is when my relationship with my body and with food changed completely.
This is when I could finally quit drinking (huge).
This is when my intimacy with my womb and my cycle suddenly opened up as the map to my own liberated humanity.
We NEED liberation-centric community around us, because we need to be shown again and again that recovery is SAFE.
We need to be held again and again by folks who say “hey, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, you’re not alone.”
We need to experience the safety of TRUE BELONGING… before we can feel safe enough to leave faux belonging behind.
We can’t do this shit alone. We’re relational creatures — we need revolutionary folks around us for our recovery and our liberation to feel safe.
To settle into the safety of true liberation-centric community, join us inside REWILDING.
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