We are all a little "toxic" when we are wounded.

When we truly understand that, shame and judgement melt to make way for compassion and caring for ourselves and others.

Diagnoses and labels become unhelpful when we lose the understanding that the word "toxic" or sick means that something or someone was hurt to make them act in that way.

Something happened to shape our wounds into the complex and elegant defenses that they are. These wounds deserve care, they carry the medicine of healing inside of their truth.

They may be brittle, rough around the edges, metaphorically too hot or cold to the touch- but they carry the truth of our inner experience. They carry the truth of our ancestry, our childhood, our traumas- and they carry the truth of our wholeness and healing.

Let us love our brittle defenses, hidden shame, and fears and anxieties back to wholeness.

Let us invite ourselves and each other into "The more beautiful world our hearts know is possible."

I love you, in the space between the words and in the space deeper than the words.