| Did you grow up believing you were broken? I’m here to say you’re not. Imagine going to the doctor afraid you have a fatal illness and the doctor says after examining you, “You’re fine. It’s just a cold. You’ll feel great tomorrow.” I read Sinéad O’Connor’s autobiography, “Rememberings”. She talks about her therapist. “What I liked about Dr Schatzman was he said you come to therapy to find out there’s nothing wrong with you.” Gabor Maté also comes to mind: “Healing is actually recognizing our wholeness. And, by the way, when we do... (we) realize that nothing was ever broken…”. People thank me for my cartoons and my writings. Why? Because you learn from them that you’re not broken. That you don’t need fixing. If anything is broken in me it’s only the pathways between my different parts. For example... I was taught to reject my shadow side. That severed me from my power. I was taught to kill my curiosity. That severed me from my intelligence. I was taught to destroy my doubts. That severed me from my wisdom. I was taught to persecute my pleasure. That severed me from my joy. I was taught to hate and crucify myself. That severed me from my wholeness. Some of you were taught to kill your gayness or your gender identity or your sense of self, etcetera, too. But now you know all it takes is: You’re fine. You’re not broken. You don’t need fixing. And suddenly you’re whole only because you recognize that you already are and always have been. That’s the best healing. But it doesn’t fit most theology out there. Recently, a woman genuinely and humbly asked, “But if we’re not broken, then why do we need Jesus?" Good question! I responded by suggesting that it was to show we aren’t broken. And someone screengrabbed that and shared it on his account and everywhere that I am a heretic and have denied the faith. You see, for some people (maybe most), they have to believe they are broken to make their theology work and their faith and their church a necessity. I’m here to tell you: You don’t need fixing. | 
