They say boundaries are a sign we care about the other, because we chose to be tough instead of abandon the relationship. So what if someone doesn't respect them?
Pushing boundaries is scary, especially when being vulnerable. Can I sit in the discomfort and life my truth anyway?
I still mourn being sober even 18 months in. Refusing closure, what else am I refusing of letting go off?
When you join a 12-step fellowship, you're looking for help to quit your drug of choice. Surprisingly, it was when sponsoring others that I learned boundaries, self-care and true patience.
While stuck in traffic last Sunday, my friends and I realised that anger is nothing more than being stuck perpetually in our fight response. Why do some things always get the better of us?
With school and work, we get used to hanging out with who we mesh with best. But when we change, is it fair to expect others to change too?
This week, while dealing with loss and guilt, self-care took on a different form for me. A tattoo that was waiting to be finished had to make way for me to get some sleep.