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Wounded, we wound

Hurting doesn't always stem from malice; often it's the echo of a wound that's still bleeding. When we don't address what broke us—rejection, shame, abandonment, abuse, betrayal, humiliation—that unresolved energy seeps into the present: we react defensively, we distrust before listening, we build walls where bridges are needed. And so, unwittingly, we repeat with others what was once done to us.

Healing begins with facing the wound head-on. Naming the wound gives us back our power: “This hurt, this is where I feel inadequate, this is where I’m afraid to trust.” The next step is allowing ourselves to feel, without justifying or dramatizing. Feeling to integrate, not to dwell in the pain. Then, ask for help: therapy, mentorship, community, and faith; healing in company disarms the loneliness that distorts our understanding. We also need boundaries: saying “no” to what hurts and “yes” to what builds us up. And practicing habits that re-educate the heart: emotional honesty, pausing before responding, having respectful, uncomfortable conversations, forgiveness as a choice (not amnesia), and taking responsibility for the impact of our actions.

Healing doesn't erase the past; it redeems it. It ceases to be a cage and becomes a teacher. When we care for our scars, we stop using others as bandages. We choose to love without fear, correct without humiliating, and disagree without destroying. Emotional wholeness isn't perfection; it's coherence between what we feel, think, and do. That's the true impact: transforming "wounded, we wound" into "healed, we heal."

Verse: “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3)

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