Mind Over Matter Psych Talks | Season 1 Episode 6 | Written Reflection

There are certain things we spend an extraordinary amount of money trying to replace that have been sitting quietly in front of us the entire time. Sunlight. Water. Rest. Fresh air. Movement. Good food. Even the moon. We call them ordinary because they’re familiar, and perhaps that’s exactly why we overlook them.

I started thinking about this after a conversation with colleagues about how readily we reach for medication, products and quick fixes the moment something in the body or mind feels out of balance. It got me thinking about how easy it is to become disconnected from the things that supported us long before wellness became an industry. Before anyone misunderstands me, this isn’t an argument against medicine. There are moments when medicine is necessary, important and genuinely life-saving, and I’m not suggesting anyone replace professional healthcare with a walk in the sunshine and a glass of water. But there is something worth remembering about the basics. Our bodies aren’t machines that only respond when we intervene from the outside. They’re constantly responding to the environment around them, and sometimes, before going searching for something complicated, it’s worth asking whether we’ve neglected something incredibly simple.

For me, that starts with the sun. I grew up in a beach city in South Africa, so sunshine was never something I had to deliberately schedule into my day, it was simply there, part of childhood, sand between your toes and that particular exhaustion that comes after a full day outside, the good kind of tired that meant bedtime never had to be negotiated. Then I moved to the UK, and the sun developed a rather impressive disappearing act. I was too young at the time to understand seasonal affective disorder, but I could see that the lack of sunlight affected people, more lethargy, lower moods, an almost instinctive pull toward staying indoors. Looking back, I understand that differently now. Daylight plays a genuine role in our circadian rhythm, and sunlight supports vitamin D production, which in turn supports bone and immune health, while light exposure more broadly helps regulate the body’s relationship with sleep. There’s also something about sunshine that doesn’t always need a scientific explanation. You wake up, see a bright blue sky, and the day suddenly feels possible, even though nothing has actually changed, the emails are still waiting, the laundry remains committed to its existence. But you feel a little more ready to meet the day, and that matters. None of this is a suggestion to spend hours in unprotected sun, skin protection matters and excessive UV exposure carries real risk, my own childhood memories involve sunscreen applied with the dedication of a small construction project, white cast and all. But safe, sensible daylight exposure is something we shouldn’t take for granted, especially when we’re feeling low. Sometimes you simply need to step outside and let the sun find you.

Moving from South Africa to the UK also made me notice something else I’d taken for granted: water. I’d grown up drinking tap water without a second thought, then found myself somewhere I wasn’t particularly fond of the taste or quality, and started buying bottled water instead. It sounds like such a small thing, but it made me realise how invisible water becomes when access to it is easy. We only really notice it once it isn’t there. Our bodies depend on adequate hydration for so many everyday functions, and dehydration leaves us feeling tired, sluggish and foggy, which is why I like the idea of beginning the morning with water rather than reaching straight for coffee, giving the body something it actually needs after hours of sleep without any. Water isn’t only something we drink, either. It can also be somewhere we go. I grew up around the sea, and I underestimated how much that relationship was doing for me until I was away from it, there’s something about floating that temporarily convinces you that you don’t have to carry quite so much. The sound of waves breaking against the shore becomes its own kind of mental white noise, and rain does something similar for me, the sound of it, the smell of it, simply standing outside and letting the weather happen around me. There’s something grounding about that. You don’t have to do anything or fix anything. You can simply listen. And if the ocean or standing in the rain isn’t your thing, a warm bath or a long shower can offer that same sense of slowing down, a few quiet minutes in water without your phone demanding your attention. Water doesn’t always have to be an activity. Sometimes it can simply be a pause.

Which brings me naturally to something we’re becoming increasingly bad at giving ourselves: rest. We live in a culture that can make exhaustion sound like an achievement. I’ve been so busy. I barely slept. I’ll rest when everything is done, except everything is rarely done, there’s always another email, another responsibility, another thing waiting, and somewhere along the way we started treating rest as though it has to be earned. It doesn’t. Sleep isn’t wasted time and rest isn’t laziness, the body is doing important work while we’re asleep, restoring itself, regulating processes, consolidating memories, supporting the brain and body in ways we don’t consciously experience. Anyone who’s had a genuinely terrible night’s sleep knows this without needing a textbook to explain it, you wake up irritable, your concentration is somewhere in another postcode, and the smallest inconvenience suddenly feels like a personal attack. Good rest isn’t simply about collapsing into bed at the end of an exhausting day. It’s also about creating an environment in which the mind understands the day is actually ending, dimming the lights, putting the phone down, letting the noise get quieter, giving yourself permission to transition. If the last thing your brain experiences before sleep is an endless stream of messages and other people’s lives, it’s unreasonable to expect it to switch off on command. Sometimes the body simply needs reminding that it’s allowed to rest.

And when I think about rest, I inevitably think about breathing, another thing we do constantly without giving it much attention at all. I only really began paying attention to my breath once I discovered yoga, something automatic suddenly became something I could consciously work with. Belly breathing was one of the first techniques I explored, and later I started using structured patterns like 4-7-8, particularly when my anxiety was running high. There’s something strangely powerful about giving your attention to the rhythm, inhale, pause, exhale, again, because for a few moments there’s genuinely nowhere else for your mind to go. I particularly enjoy doing this outdoors. Fresh air is one of those things we only notice once we’ve been indoors too long, you step outside and suddenly realise how stale everything had felt. When you’re feeling low, I know going outside can feel like the last thing you want to do, the bed feels safer, the curtains feel better closed, the world feels like too much effort. But if you can manage it, put your shoes on and step outside. You don’t need to conquer anything. Just breathe. Notice the air, the season, how differently spring smells from autumn, the particular sharpness of winter, how summer feels against your skin. There’s something grounding about remembering that you’re a body living in a world, rather than simply a mind trapped inside one.

Once you’re outside, you might as well move a little. Movement has always had a complicated relationship with me because I spent so much of my younger life playing competitive sport, and when you’re young, movement is simply part of the routine, built into your day without much thought. Then adulthood arrives and movement becomes something you have to schedule. The gym wasn’t always the answer for me, after years of competitive sport, my body sometimes needed something that felt less like punishment and more like care, which is where yoga came in during COVID, movement my body actually wanted, less like fighting my muscles and more like giving them a massage. That’s a useful way of looking at exercise generally. It shouldn’t always feel like punishment for having a body. Sometimes it’s simply a way of showing your body that you still care about it, whether that’s walking, swimming, running, dancing around the kitchen or taking the stairs instead of turning a walk into a performance. You don’t have to become the person who wakes up at five and runs ten kilometres before breakfast. Start where you are, move a little more, then move again tomorrow. Consistency has always made more sense to me than perfection.

Movement can’t exist entirely separately from what we’re putting into the body, either. You can exercise until the cows come home, but if you’re consistently giving your body very little real nourishment, eventually it’s going to have something to say about it. Food became something I appreciated far more once I moved away from South Africa. Growing up, I came home to a proper meal, my mother firmly of the opinion that a plate should look like a plate, vegetables, carbohydrates, protein and enough colour to make it obvious that something living had once been involved. I didn’t realise at the time how fortunate that was. Once I moved away, I was suddenly surrounded by boxed meals and highly processed food that looked convenient but didn’t leave me feeling particularly good, and my gut noticed, my body noticed, and eventually I started listening. That’s one of the most important parts of nutrition, learning to listen to your own body instead of blindly following whatever food trend happens to be shouting loudest. Food isn’t simply about weight. It’s fuel and nourishment, and it affects our energy, digestion, concentration and how we feel physically, and there’s no prize for eating something that makes you miserable simply because somebody online decided it was healthy. Your body gets a vote too. For me, getting back to basics with food has meant appreciating simple, nourishing meals and paying real attention to what actually makes me feel well.

And then, after all that talk of what we put into the body and how we move through the day, it’s worth looking up, because there’s one final natural rhythm we don’t talk about nearly enough: the moon. Not because I believe it’s some magical cure for whatever troubles us, the evidence for specific claims about lunar phases changing human behaviour is considerably less convincing than the evidence around daylight, sleep and circadian rhythms. But the moon represents something we badly need reminding of, that we’re cyclical beings, not designed to operate at full capacity every single day. There’s light and darkness, activity and stillness, waking and sleeping, expansion and retreat. The natural world doesn’t apologise for changing. Trees don’t feel guilty when they lose their leaves, the sky doesn’t apologise for going dark, the ocean doesn’t stay still simply because we’d prefer it to. Everything moves through cycles. Why should we be any different. Perhaps that’s why I like looking at the moon at night. It gives us perspective. You can have a difficult day, an overwhelming week, a season of life that feels entirely upside down, and then you look up and there it is, quietly carrying on. It doesn’t solve your problems. But sometimes perspective doesn’t need to solve anything. Sometimes it simply needs to remind you that your problems are not the entire universe.

That’s really what I keep coming back to with all seven of these natural doctors. They aren’t about finding a miraculous alternative to healthcare. They’re about remembering the relationship we already have with the world around us. The sun reminds us to step outside. Water reminds us to replenish. Rest reminds us that productivity is not the same thing as wellbeing. Air reminds us to breathe. Movement reminds us that our bodies are meant to be lived in. Food reminds us that nourishment matters. And the moon reminds us that we’re allowed to have seasons. I think we’ve become very good at complicating health, always another product, another programme, another supplement promising to optimise us, and some of those things surely have their place. But I keep wondering whether we sometimes need to stop trying to optimise our lives long enough to actually live them. Go outside. Drink some water. Eat something that makes you feel good. Move your body. Breathe properly. Sleep. Look up. None of these things are glamorous, and none of them will arrive in beautiful packaging or promise to transform your life in seven days. But perhaps that’s exactly why they matter. They’ve been here all along. Getting back to basics isn’t going backwards, it’s remembering what we knew before everything became so complicated. Sometimes the way forward isn’t about discovering something new. Sometimes it’s about returning to something we forgot.

Mind Over Matter.

Disclaimer: This article is for general psychoeducational and informational purposes only. It reflects personal experiences and perspectives and is not a substitute for individual counselling, psychological assessment, diagnosis, or treatment. Where personal experiences are shared, identifying details have been changed or omitted to protect privacy.