Hey friends, it's Rosie.
Welcome back to Radio Headspace.
There's a quote by William Blake that's followed me for years.
I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath.
My wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not.
My wrath did grow.
I used to think that poem was dramatic.
Then I lived it.
There was a relationship in my life, not explosive,
not chaotic, just one of those steady, loving connections where something small began to feel, you know, a little off.
It wasn't one big moment.
It was subtle.
A comment here, a pattern there, then a feeling in my chest that tightened just slightly
every time a certain thing happened.
And I noticed it.
But instead of naming it, I swallowed it.
Because I didn't want to be difficult.