There’s a particular weight that settles in your chest when you realize you’ve been carrying everyone else’s storms while your own garden withers. We collect other people’s anxieties like worry stones, smooth them with our attention until our pockets are heavy with concerns that were never meant to be ours.
Here’s what no one tells you about establishing boundaries: it feels like betrayal at first. But your peace isn’t something you have to earn through endless service. It’s your birthright.
In My Voice
