Therapy Bits

I have not always had good boundaries. It is something that I continuously have to work at.

Being a trauma survivor, good boundaries were not something that I learned growing up.

So now, I am learning with the help of my therapist what good boundaries are.

Here is a poem I wrote about what having good boundaries means to me.

Good boundaries feel like sunlight
warming only what I choose to show—
a gentle glow, not a burning blaze,
a space where I can breathe.

They are the soft lines drawn in sand
that say here is where I rest,
here is where I give,
and here is where I simply am.

They aren’t walls—
just doors with thoughtful hinges,
opening when my heart says yes,
closing when my peace says not today.

Boundaries mean I trust myself
to listen when the world grows loud,
to walk away without apology,
to return without fear.

They mean I am allowed to be whole
without being everything,
allowed to care deeply
without carrying what is not mine.

They are the language of my self-respect,
the quiet shape of my freedom—
a promise I keep with myself
to stay true, stay kind, stay home within.

Boundaries – Word of the Day Challenge