There comes a time when change has to take place.

I don't know anyone who can carry on doing something, without being valued, or respected, or appreciated in any way. I don't know anyone who can continually give and never get anything in return.

I don't know anyone who doesn't have a soul that has to be nourished or a heart that has to be loved.

I don't know anyone that can put up with continual bad behavior.

I don't know anyone that doesn't make mistakes.

I don't know anyone who isn't injured in some way.

I don't know anyone who can carry hurt or injury around with them for a long time without exploding.

I don't know anyone who can go without a hug, virtual or visual, when they are hurting.

I don't know anyone who is angry and doesn't get ill.

I do know that for the severely emotionally injured the world is just not a safe place. There is always another injury lurking just around the corner.

I do know that a lot of these people go inside of their minds and disassociate from everything and everyone around them. That way the world, for them, becomes a little bit safer.

And we call them insane and mentally ill, and crazy, and unpredictable, and scary.

And we medicate them, and we lock them away so they wont hurt themselves or others.

And they can make sense of this - just another injury.

And I wonder what would happen if we dared to give them what they need.

If we dared to love them in the midst of their hurt.

If we dared to go near their heart and their soul.

If we dared to let them into our souls.

If we accepted them for who and what they are- for the victim of the injury that they did not ask for.

If instead of being afraid of them, we were kind to them.

If instead of punishing them for their defensive acts, we hugged them.

If instead of reminding them of their bad ways and threatening them, we rewarded them for all the good that they do.

Don't you think then, and only then, they might possibly have a chance to Change?

Then maybe their hurts could heal.