Yucky Medicine

Making mistakes is like having colds, flus, fevers, scratches, bruises, and burns that plague us. We all slip up, we all break, we all fall down, and we all become mentally injured or ill. Receiving tough love, being reprimanded, being told to walk to your room, to shut your door and not say a word, and hearing comments that make your emotions bleed and sting is like administering yucky medicine for your mind and soul. These awful-tasting cough syrups, bland chewable tablets and pills, malodorous creams and alcohols, sticky-like-duct tape bandaids, and sharp, pointy, ticklish needles help us heal from our physical ailments and casualties. Even though they're yucky as rotten cheese, they’re made to help us physically recover. Whether we're hurting bad, frightened to death, thrown in the bin, or infuriated to the point where our cheeks turn crimson red, we need to hear the ugly truth and do things that are like being held hostage, so we can mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and psychologically recover. We have yucky medicine to help us cure these physical illnesses and injuries. We also have yucky medicine to help us cure these mental, psychological, emotional, and spiritual illnesses and injuries.

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