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Inside the Mind of the Toxic Soul

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Inside the Mind of the Toxic Soul

 

There is a certain kind of person who walks into a room and subtly dims the light. They may not shout, they may not threaten, but something in their presence unsettles the air; an undercurrent of bitterness that clings like smoke. These individuals often carry a misery so heavy that they try, deliberately or instinctively, to hand pieces of it to others. Their spirit corrodes rather than comforts. Their words drain rather than nourish. And behind their sharpness almost always lies a private suffering they refuse to face. After all, no one can be happy if they manufacture evil from their heart.

To understand such people requires acknowledging a truth we often forget: cruelty is seldom born from strength. It is far more often the offspring of insecurity. As the novelist Leo Tolstoy once observed, “Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women,” a reminder that the company we keep, and the company we choose to be, shapes the world around us. Toxic individuals cannot bear uplifting environments because they are threatened by what they cannot emulate. Their inner misery makes kindness feel foreign, joy feel suspicious, and peace feel undeserved. 

Children’s stories capture this dynamic with remarkable clarity. The villains of childhood are rarely complex—they reflect emotional truths in simple, symbolic form. Take the character of the ogre or troll who lurks under a bridge, snarling at any traveller who dares to pass. Such figures often live alone, driven into shadows by their own fear, resentment, or loneliness. Their aggression is simply the language their pain has learned to speak.

Or consider the character of Captain Hook from Peter Pan. Beneath his flamboyant cruelty lies a lingering terror of the ticking crocodile—time itself—always reminding him that life is slipping through his fingers. Insecure, aging, and anxious, he lashes out at youth and innocence because they remind him of everything he feels he has lost. In this sense, he mirrors many real adults who sabotage happiness in others because they believe joy has abandoned them.

Even the wolf in The Three Little Pigs can be read as a symbolic version of toxicity: he huffs and puffs, not merely to destroy, but because he cannot bear the sturdy peace of the brick house he cannot enter. He destroys what he envies. And so do many people.

In daily life, toxic behaviour often appears in smaller, more subtle forms. The co-workers who spreads whispers to undermine someone else’s success. The friend who never celebrates another’s good news. The family member whose criticism is constant, no matter how much good stands before them. Their negativity is not about the person they target—it is about the emptiness they feel within. When someone tries to poison your joy, it is often a sign they have lost the ability to taste joy themselves.

Scripture speaks honestly about such people—not with condemnation, but with clarity and compassion. Proverbs 26:24-26 warns that malice can hide behind flattering lips, reminding us to be discerning. The Bible acknowledges both realities: that some people damage the souls of those around them, and that Christians are called to respond with a blend of wisdom and grace.

Jesus Himself taught that bitterness comes from within: “For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of” (Luke 6:45). A heart full of jealousy will speak envy. A heart full of fear will speak control. A heart full of pain will speak poison.

But Scripture also offers a gentler lens. The Apostle Paul writes, “Bear with one another and forgive one another” (Colossians 3:13). Forgiveness does not mean subjecting oneself to cruelty; it means recognizing that toxic behaviour often emerges from spiritual hunger—a hunger so deep that people attempt to fill it with control, manipulation, or emotional harm.

C.S. Lewis captured this paradox of brokenness and cruelty when he wrote, “Of all bad men, religious bad men are the worst,” suggesting that those who feel powerless or unloved will sometimes weaponize even virtues. A toxic person often believes their actions are justified. They imagine themselves victims, warriors, or truth-tellers, when in reality they are spreading the very pain they refuse to confront.

Healthy boundaries are therefore essential. They are not walls of pride but walls of protection. They prevent us from being drawn into battles that are not ours, arguments we did not start, and emotions that were never meant to be ours to carry. Setting boundaries is not an act of rejection—it is an act of stewardship over one’s own heart. Proverbs 4:23 reminds us, “Guard your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.”

When we resist the pull of toxic behaviour, we quietly declare that another person’s storm does not have the right to drown our peace. We choose, instead, to cultivate compassion without allowing ourselves to be consumed. We choose to see the woundedness beneath the cruelty without letting it define us. And in doing so, we become something much more powerful: people of calm, people of truth, people of hope.

Ultimately, the antidote to those who create misery is not retaliation—it is resilience. It is the steady, unwavering choice to rise above the shadows others cast. It is the decision to let God’s love shape our reactions rather than someone else’s despair. And it is the commitment to be, in a world full of bitterness, a gentle and radiant presence that refuses to dim.

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Writing Compassion: Langston Hughes' Thank You, Ma’am

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Saturday 19 July 2025 at 16:10

 

"Only the development of compassion and understanding for others can bring us the tranquillity and happiness we all seek." Leo Tolstoy

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Compassion in a Dark Street: Why Writers Should Read Thank You, Ma’am

In the quiet hush of a city night, a boy runs headlong into grace. Thank You, Ma’am by Langston Hughes is a short story, but its heartbeat is strong. It lasts barely a few pages—yet somehow carries the weight of a parable, the warmth of a kitchen, and the soul of a good sermon. For writers, it is more than a tale well told; it’s a lesson in how stories can heal.

A boy named Roger tries to snatch the purse of Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones. He’s young, ragged, and hungry for a pair of blue suede shoes. It’s a petty theft, the kind born not from evil but from lack—lack of money, lack of direction, lack of someone who cares.

What happens next in that small room is more than an act of kindness. It is an act of trust. It is redemptive. And it leaves Roger speechless. 

Langston Hughes does not press this point. He lets it rise gently, like the steam from the plate of lima beans and ham she serves. The story is quiet, restrained, and all the more powerful for it. There is no dramatic flourish, no sentimental swell. Just the steady unfolding of human decency.

For writers, this story offers more than inspiration—it offers instruction. Hughes reminds us that we don’t need sweeping plots or tragic twists to move the reader. A single moment—honest, human, and true—is often enough. He shows us that the ordinary can be made sacred if written with care. That dialogue, when real, does more than carry a plot—it carries the soul of a character. And that withholding judgment, as a writer, can allow a deeper moral truth to emerge without preaching.

There’s also something deeply respectful about how Hughes tells the story. He trusts the reader to feel what Roger feels. He doesn’t tell us how to interpret the boy’s silence at the end, or how long the effects of that night might linger. Instead, he leaves the door slightly ajar, allowing us to step inside the moment and draw our own meaning.

Thank You, Ma’am is a small story, but not a slight one. It’s a story of dignity offered where none was earned, and of mercy extended without condition. And in a world that often feels short on both, it reminds us that a story—well told and tenderly held—can be a vessel for grace.

Writers who wish to understand the quiet power of compassion would do well to read it. Not just once, but often.

Because sometimes, the most powerful thing a story can do is show us how to be better humans. 

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