Family Don't End in Blood: The Alchemy of Choice
The Myths of Biology
We are often told that "blood is thicker than water," a phrase used to guilt people into staying in toxic, abusive, or soul-crushing dynamics. But in my Somatic Sanctuary, I’ve learned a different truth. Blood is just biology. It doesn’t grant someone the right to your peace, your space, or your safety.
When your biological "roots" are poisoned by gaslighting and manipulation, the most magical thing you can do is uproot yourself and plant your spirit in better soil.
The Weight of the Final "No"
About a month ago, I had to make the hardest decision of my life: I had to cut off my terminally ill mother. For my entire life, I saw her as my "safe person." But as I began to heal and look back through a clearer lens, the truth came to light in a way I couldn't ignore. She wasn't the protector I thought she was. When I was little and needed her most, she didn't protect me from my father’s abuse; she took his side. That realization, that my "sanctuary" was built on a foundation of betrayal, changed everything.
Even now, at the end of her life, the pattern remains. I was spending my precious, limited spoons to be there for her emotionally every single day, only to be met with the claim that "no one cares about her." It was a slap in the face. She has other family and friends checking in constantly. People do care; they just can’t (or won't) take care of her in the exact, all-consuming way she expects.
The final straw was the emotional abandonment. She would ask me to let her in, to tell her what was happening in my world, and the moment I began to bare my soul, she would look away and start talking to her dog.
That is the quietest, sharpest kind of heartbreak. It taught me that being "let in" was a trap; it was an invitation to be ignored while she siphoned away my energy. When you are fighting POTS and DDD, you cannot afford to pour your life-force into a void that refuses to acknowledge your existence.
The "Supernatural" Truth
There’s a quote from Supernatural that has become a mantra for me: "Family don't end with blood, but it don't start there either." Family starts with the people who see your "Dizzy Sea" rising and don't tell you you're imagining it. It starts with the partner who literally lets you lean your entire weight on them when your legs give out. It starts with the "Silent Guardians" (furry or otherwise) who provide the steady, non-judgmental heartbeat you need to regulate your nervous system.
The Alchemy of Chosen Kin
Choosing your family is a high-level act of Mundane Alchemy. It’s taking the lead of a traumatic past and refining it into the gold of a supportive present.
*It’s my partner: Helping with the bath and the "Beauty Spell" without making me feel like a burden.
*It’s the Friends: Who check in on your "spoon count" before asking for a favor.
*It’s the Community: We are building right here, where being "sick" doesn't mean being "less than."
You Are the Architect
If you are currently grieving the family you should have had, or if you’re untangling yourself from people who don't deserve your light: know that you are allowed to close the door. Your sanctuary is yours to guard. You get to decide who crosses the threshold.
Blood might be a beginning, but Choice is the destination.
With love and light, Ashley
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