42, the answer to life
Turning pain into wisdom is not as fun as it sounds.
Just kidding - literally no one says or thinks it sounds fun. 😭🤣
I am trying anyway since I majestically tripped into 42 and landed gracefully on my face and ate shit. Plus 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Allegedly.
My very brave first few attempts:
Healthy love isn't never getting hurt. It requires vulnerable inclusion, ownership, and honest repair.
Truth isn't a connection bid and it doesn't have to win to be worth saying. (Thank you relationship attachment psychology for "connection bid" terminology; that therapy homework years ago was beneficial after all.)
Proactive consideration in tender matters best comes from a place of love and compassion, not from guilt or a sense of owing someone.
Aaaaaand that's about all I can muster at the moment.