Aries
But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well—for your own son's death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels—I've lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men—
Homer, The Iliad
Some debts have nothing to do with money and everything to do with what you owe yourself for the times you stayed quiet when you should have spoken up. The cost keeps adding up in the small moments when you bite back what needs to be said, when you smile through something that deserves your honest response, when you let someone else's comfort matter more than your own clarity. What you owe is not complicated: it is the words you have been storing up for months, maybe years. The payment is simpler than you think, and it starts with the next conversation you refuse to avoid.