Life & Wisdom Quote by Susie Bright

Bright frames altruism less as sainthood than as self-medication, and that frankness is the point. “Tonic,” “magic ointment,” “wound” - the language is bodily, almost embarrassingly intimate. She’s not describing virtue as a polished moral choice; she’s describing relief. Doing the right thing for someone else becomes a substance you can take, a balm you can apply, a way to manage pain without naming its source.

The intent is quietly disarming: it’s an admission that generosity can be selfish, but not in the cheap, gotcha way. Bright suggests that care is transactional at the level of the nervous system. When you’re raw, the fastest route back to yourself might be to leave yourself and attend to someone else. That twist destabilizes the usual hierarchy where “helping” sits above “needing.” Here, helping is what needing looks like when it has learned better manners.

The subtext carries a kind of emotional pragmatism often found in writers who’ve spent time around taboo, desire, and vulnerability: pain isn’t abstract, it’s located. So is healing. The “wound” could be shame, loneliness, grief, or the cumulative abrasion of being misunderstood; Bright doesn’t specify because the mechanism matters more than the autobiography. The metaphor also flirts with danger. Ointments don’t heal the underlying injury; they can numb, conceal, make disappearance feel like recovery. The line holds that tension: compassion as real connection, and compassion as a seductively clean way to avoid looking too long at your own hurt.