Boundaries Are a Form of Self-Respect (Even When They Hurt)

Today I made a choice that wasn’t easy, but it was necessary.

I blocked someone I have spent years begging for a relationship with. Not out of anger — but out of self-preservation. Repeated rejection teaches the nervous system to abandon itself, and that’s a pattern I’m done carrying.

I also removed my daughter from social media after she blocked my phone number. Not as punishment. Not as control. Simply as a boundary.

If she wants to reach me, she knows how — through direct, human communication. Not through apps, not through surveillance, not through indirect access to my life.

This is shadow work in real time:

• choosing dignity over desperation

• choosing clarity over confusion

• choosing peace over proximity

Boundaries aren’t walls.

They’re doors with rules.

And sometimes the rule is: you don’t get access to me if you won’t meet me honestly.

If this post brings anything up for you — sit with it.

Ask yourself where you’re still chasing connection at the cost of your own nervous system.

That’s where the work is.

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