If We All Carried Our Baggage Like a Backpack

I wonder if we were all to carry our personal traumas, histories of victimization, harrowing experiences, and private tragedies on our backs visible (yet still invisible) for the world to gaze if this would decrease the separation between us?

Would others be more willing to look past the mistakes we have made? Would people who don't know us be more inclined to wonder about what we might have gone through? Or, would people simply suggest we are making excuses for our behaviour when we pull something out, revealing a layer of the backpack's contents.

I like to view humanity as essentially good. It concerns me, though, how unwilling we are at times to recognize our shared humanity.

Just my thoughts, as directly or indirectly related to motherhood as they are!