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Good Object = love, hope, safety.

Bad Object = betrayal, abandonment, harm.

It’s binary because the child psyche can’t hold contradiction. Splitting protects us from the unbearable idea that someone we need can also hurt us, or that someone we love might not come back. It’s primitive, but powerful.

But maturity—real, soul-deep maturity—requires us to collapse that split. To see that love and harm, care and distance, hope and fear can exist in the same person. That we, too, are capable of both.

And the thing standing in the way of that reconciliation? The fantasy.

Grief is the price of letting go of that fantasy.

To see the ‘good object’ as fallible, you have to let go of the illusion of perfect safety. To see the ‘bad object’ as human, you have to let go of the righteous armor of blame. To see the whole object—the real person—you have to mourn the imagined one.

Maybe the past is like an anchor, holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

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