I Will Not Risk Myself Again

I’ve been the one who carried the weight, stretched myself thin, and poured every ounce of my being into others. As a woman, I’ve been expected to give—without question, without hesitation—overextending, overcompensating, always trying to be the source of comfort, the one to sacrifice. But no more.

No more will I risk my life, my energy, or my soul for anyone who does not reflect the respect and care I deserve.

From now on, I will not stand up for you if it comes at the cost of my peace. I will not fight your battles when my own are left bleeding. I am not responsible for fixing your chaos, carrying your burden, or mending your broken pieces. I am not here to soothe your pain, to make you feel better at my expense. I am done being the one who stands at the edge, putting myself in harm’s way for your comfort.

As a woman, I am finally learning the power of saying “No.”

I am learning to protect myself with the same love I have freely given others. I will no longer sacrifice my health, my well-being, or my happiness for anyone. I owe it to myself to put my highest interests first.

It is no longer my duty to carry your weight or to make you feel better about yourself while I shrink. I am no longer the person who will apologize for having needs, wanting space, and choosing my peace. I will not drain myself, no matter the relation, no matter the history, no matter the expectations. I am not here to be the band-aid for everyone else's wounds.

I am responsible for myself now. I will never again extend myself beyond what I can give, and I will never again make myself small so others can feel bigger.

This is my promise to myself. From this moment forward, I will protect my energy, nurture my soul, and choose myself above all else. I am done being the one who gives until she’s hollow, who breaks for others while she stands shattered. As a woman, I am no longer obligated to make others feel better at the cost of my own well-being.

I will stand strong in my boundaries because that’s all I can give now—myself.

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