24/06/2025
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on how often we bend ourselves for the comfort of others — until we realise that peace doesn’t mean sacrificing our own light.
I used to think that being kind meant carrying what others couldn’t hold. That love was measured in how much of my light I could give away.
But lately, I’ve learned:
Empathy without boundaries becomes self-betrayal. I bent backwards for harmony — until my own spine whispered: Enough.
I found myself navigating emotional tides that weren’t mine to hold. When empathy turns into self-abandonment, the body whispers, and then the soul roars: Come home to yourself.
I don’t have to explain my peace.
Boundaries are not walls — they’re rituals of self-preservation, the practice of reclaiming your light.
