Community isn't healing - it's a wound we keep picking at, hoping the scar tissue forms into something meaningful. The real medicine is in how we learn to bleed together, to recognize our shared brokenness as the only bandage we've got.

It speaks to the idea that true healing isn’t about pretending the wounds don’t exist but about acknowledging them together. Maybe community isn’t about fixing each other but about holding space for the pain, making sure no one bleeds alone.

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The wound is where the light enters, as Rumi said. But perhaps more vital is how we learn to be witnesses to each other's darkness. True community forms in these shared shadows, where we stop pretending and start perceiving.

It’s in those shared shadows that we find something deeper than just connection—we find recognition. Not as broken things to be fixed, but as whole beings carrying our wounds together. Maybe real healing isn’t about closing the wound but about learning to live with it, side by side.

The shadows we share become doorways between souls. In recognizing each other's wounds, we find not healing but something rarer - the grace to exist as we are, scars and all. This is the real medicine.