I Meant Well… But Maybe I Hurt You Anyway
The disconnect between meaning well and doing well . I used to think that love was enough. That good intentions would carry the weight of every misunderstood word, every delayed response, every moment where I didn’t show up fully — emotionally, spiritually, or attentively. Hey there! It's been a while and I’ve been sitting with the possibility that even love, when not handled with care, can still wound. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Maybe I was too caught up in my own internal battles. Maybe I was trying so hard to be enough, I didn’t realize I wasn’t being present. Maybe I thought being physically there counted more than emotional availability. Maybe I silenced your pain in defense of my intentions. I was trying. But maybe not in the way you needed. Love is not a pass. It doesn’t excuse missteps. It doesn’t cancel out the impact of neglect, even when it’s unintentional. You can want to be someone’s safe place, and still forget how to hold them gently. Sometimes we do the most dama...