When life throws you curveballs and it feels like you can’t take it anymore, it’s tempting to seek comfort in the usual places: a drink with a friend, googling “life advice,” or, if you’re feeling fancy, therapy. And, if you’re really feeling adventurous, maybe you’ll splurge on a psychedelic retreat. Because, let’s face it, who wouldn’t want to pay to puke into a plastic bucket while "connecting with the universe"?

But before we dive too deep, let’s pause. I have nothing against psychedelics or psychedelic therapies. But if you’re going to go there, at least do it right. Psychedelics can crack your mind wide open, revealing the mess inside. I’ve been there. Done that. But here’s the kicker—they don’t actually heal you. They expose what’s broken. Without real follow-up—true integration therapy or deep personal work—psychedelics don’t heal on their own. They’re messengers. Great ones, actually, but still just messengers. Without the right support, they don’t lead to lasting change.

I’m not here to knock on spiritual journeys or sacred retreats. But let's be real: the spiritual-commercial industry is profiting off these experiences, turning sacred healing into a trendy product. You're not buying into the ancient wisdom of the Amazon jungle, you're buying hollow schemes. And if I were an ayahuasca tree, I’d tell you to stay far away. Don’t hug me—just go back to McDonald's.

I spent years studying psychology to fix my own “big little” problems—and looking back, I can honestly say that was a waste of time. I would’ve been better off eating magic mushrooms mixed with hash, walnuts, and honey for dinner, learning a thing or two on my own. Instead, I spent years bouncing between self-help books, therapy sessions, and toxic spiritual trends. None of it compared to something much simpler: the simple, everyday acts of love and care already surrounding us.

The real healing I found wasn’t in trendy retreats or mind-altering trips. It came one day in my grandmother’s kitchen.

The smell of her homemade chicken soup was more healing than any therapy session or psychedelic experience I’d ever had. Why? Because it was filled with everything we all crave—comfort, safety, and love. These aren’t things that come with a price tag or require a "spiritual journey." When I walked into her kitchen, the scent of parsley, garlic, and whatever secret ingredient she added to the pot felt like a warm hug from the universe. Every time she made soup, there was her ritual—a simple “Thank you for being.” It wasn’t just the soup—it was her gratitude for life, for the earth, for everything. That small, seemingly insignificant act of love held more wisdom than any self-help book I ever read.

What my grandmother understood, without overthinking it, is that the simplest things are often the most profound. The best things are made with love—whether that’s a bowl of soup, a warm hug without advice, or simply expressing gratitude. No amount of psychedelics or mystical experiences can compete with that kind of warmth.

In my 15 years as an energy healer, I’ve learned this: true healing comes from simple, heart-centered practices. People often come to therapy looking for a magic formula to fix their lives. But in mainstream healthcare, whether physical or mental, many end up paying for methods that are far more complicated than they need to be. Why? Because the mind loves complexity. But the heart? The heart craves simplicity.

The mind will tell you healing is about fighting your problems—whether with deep rituals, complicated spiritual work, or expensive gurus. The heart knows healing can be as simple as a conversation with a friend, a hot cup of tea on a rainy day, or yes, a bowl of homemade chicken soup.

Without love, we stay stuck. The mind operates on knowledge, but the heart works in understanding. And when we truly understand what’s bothering us, we can let it go. That release? That’s where peace lives. It’s simple. It’s comforting. And, honestly, it’s far more satisfying than chasing enlightenment or following some trendy spiritual path.

Next time you’re feeling lost and life feels chaotic, skip the psychedelic retreats. Forget the buzzwords, the gurus, and the “spiritual journeys.” Sometimes, the best remedy is as simple as a bowl of soup. Simple. Comforting. Healing.

Ultimately, it’s the everyday things—the acts of love, care, and simplicity—that heal us most.