How I Started Respecting My Boundaries — and Why You Should Too
I used to think boundaries were for other people — the ones who were strict, disciplined, or assertive. Me? I just went along, said yes, and tried to keep everyone happy. It started small. A family member would ask me to spend a little extra on something “important,” a friend would expect me to be available at odd hours, and colleagues would slip tasks onto my plate without asking. I didn’t mind at first. I shrugged it off, telling myself, “It’s fine. I can handle it.” But over time, I noticed something. That quiet tension in my chest, the subtle frustration that I couldn’t shake, the evenings I spent worrying instead of resting — it was all piling up. And I realised, slowly but painfully, that I had no boundaries. The Wake-Up Call The moment that changed everything was simple. I was tracking my monthly expenses and savings — something I had been doing for years — and I noticed how often I was giving away money or energy without thin...