Overextending yourself for people and making their emergencies your own emergency doesn’t make you more loved; it makes you more used. Trust me, they’d be fine without you. Being kind is powerful. Being kind without boundaries is exhausting.
My therapist once told me: "The guilt you feel for setting boundaries is a sign of how deeply you were trained to abandon yourself."
She was right.
That guilt isn't yours. It's left over from someone who punished you for having needs.
I have gigantic fucking problem with anyone trying to tell me what to do or who i am and who I’m not. It actually triggers a viciousness in me. My identity is defined only by me and the choices that i make, nothing and no one else.