She called me a thief.

Not a stranger. Not confused. A thief.

She had lived with her for three years at that point. She had given up a career, a relationship, a version of her life. And in that moment, standing in her kitchen, she could not remember a single reason why.

If you’ve heard words like this — cruel words, unrecognizable words, from someone you love — this newsletter is for you. This week we’re talking about aggression in all its forms. The words that cut. The moments that frighten. And how to hold onto your compassion when everything in you wants to shut down.