


I used to seek out people who were *hurt like me*. There was a comfort in the chaos. A mutual understanding of deep pain disguised as connection. Relationships built on cracked and haunted foundations. I now seek out people who are *healed like me.* People who are eager to learn, express curiosity, and hold space. People who lend me their caulk (hehe) to patch some of my own fractures. And who admit that there are still some ghosts lingering in the basement - but now they know how to turn the light back on when it flickers off. (Salt in the Wound - boygenius)