2025-10-02
8 分钟Hi friends, it's Rosie here.
Welcome to Radio Headspace.
A few months ago, I found myself crying in the dairy aisle at Trader Joe's.
I wish I was kidding.
I was standing there staring at the oat milk when a wave of emotion just hit me.
Not about the oat milk, it was something deeper.
It was one of those days where everything had piled on,
work stress, family stuff, hormones doing their thing.
And I hadn't given myself a second to feel any of it.
As I stood there holding a carton of unsweetened oat milk,
and blinking back tears while pretending to compare yogurt brands, it hit me.
I am not okay.
And I haven't been for a while.
That's when I realized I was emotionally constipated, like full-blown,
spiritually bloated, feelings on lockdown, and I didn't even know it.
See, growing up I learned very early on that showing emotion wasn't safe or welcomed.
If I cried, it was, you're too sensitive.
If I got mad, it was, don't be so dramatic.
If I was scared, it was, you're fine, get over it.
In my Hispanic household, we didn't talk about feelings.