Time to set some boundaries-as the ice pick migraine screamed, “I will not let up-deal with those issues now!”. “Fine then, I will!”, I yelled back. What an oxymoron, worrying about ruffling someone else, while I walked around with a skull on the verge of exploding. Putting off the matter had reaped results- on me- and they were not pleasant. So, I set those boundaries with heart palpitating, and feelings of guilt and shame. Then, the magic happened. The headache lifted, and the feelings of empowerment rose. I am clean, whole, courageous and full of self-respect again.
Personal Outer Limits
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