Then I lost Him.
Then I found codependency, enmeshment + illness. Later came drugs, alcohol, men, numbing + losing myself.
Over ten years went by + I met my husband. With his help I found sobriety, Jesus + myself again. Not long after, I met my forever bestie:
B O U N D A R I E S. I believe Jesus gave me boundaries as a way to stay close to Him and a way to stay close to the ME He created, not the version the world expects from me. Not the version who is numb, high, people pleasing, running + suffering inside.
Whether you’ve been doing boundary work for a while, or you’ve only just begun, I’m glad you’re here. It’s my favorite thing to share about, because it’s always been boundary work that has brought me back home to myself. It’s where I find my peace, my joy, my balance, my authenticity.
Reminder// that voice of old conditioning will creep up that tries to tell you boundaries are selfish, cruel, cold, or uncaring. I hope you are slowly learning otherwise. Losing yourself at the expense of another isn’t caring, kind or loving. Friendships + intimacy aren’t built on martyrdom; never have been, never will be. Boundaries don’t push others out, they help hold you IN. 🤍