One of the quieter cruelties of my internal discourse was my habit of treating discomfort as evidence of insufficient analysis. Feeling destabilized became proof that I hadn’t fully interrogated my attachment patterns, my residual investments in exclusivity. The implication was that a well-adjusted person wouldn’t feel this way, or would feel it briefly and then convert it into flexibility. Distress became a sign of lagging development. But what if that story is wrong? What if some forms of desire consolidate with care?