Hurt people help people

“Hurt people hurt people,” they say.

I’ve carried that phrase in the back of my mind for years, a quiet truth whispering through the cracks of human connection.

Yet, what they don’t say—what they don’t often see—is that hurt people also heal people.

I have witnessed it in quiet, unguarded moments:

A soul, raw and tender from its own scars, reaching out to another with matching wounds,

Their pain speaking the same unspoken language.

I have seen hurt people, still trembling from their own battles,

Offer a lifeline to someone drowning in the same storm.

I have watched them breathe life into fractured hearts,

Pouring from their brokenness a balm no unscarred hand could create.

It’s true, sometimes hurt people do hurt others—

Their pain spilling over, sharp and jagged.

But just as often, their pain transforms into purpose.

Their wounds become windows, their scars maps guiding others toward healing.

Hurt people hurt, yes,

But sometimes they help.

Sometimes, they change the world in the tenderest of ways.

Your wound doesn’t have to bleed on those who didn’t cut you. Perhaps, you were trusted with that wound to help someone else.🤍