Standing in Truth & Holding Boundaries
A reflection on love, energy, and the sacred balance between compassion and self-respect.
“For so long, I confused silence with peace.
But peace without truth is just performance.”
— Breaking the Silence, Part III
There comes a moment in healing when truth alone is no longer enough —
when the medicine you speak must also be lived.
For me, that moment came quietly.
No confrontation. No dramatic ending.
Just a deep knowing: I could no longer keep shrinking to keep the peace.
From Truth to Practice
After I began to speak about my mother’s pain, my own grief, and the patterns our family never named, I realized that honesty was only the first step.
The real work began when I had to live differently — when I had to choose integrity over approval again and again.
Boundaries became my way of staying in truth.
They weren’t walls; they were prayers — ways of saying, “I love you, and also love myself.”
It took time to learn that holding a boundary doesn’t mean closing the heart.
It means letting love flow where it can truly be received.
The Old Pattern of Over-Giving
For years, I mistook love for labor.
If someone needed something, I gave.
If something was falling apart, I held it together.
I was the planner, the peacekeeper, the one who remembered every detail.
And yet, the more I gave, the more invisible I felt.
My care was expected, not cherished.
Even my silence became another form of service — protecting others from the discomfort of their own actions.
It’s not that I didn’t want to give; it’s that I was giving from depletion.
And I realized that when generosity becomes duty, it’s no longer sacred.
Learning to Stay Rooted
Boundaries taught me that love doesn’t require self-erasure.
I could still be kind, but I didn’t have to be available for everything.
I could still pray for someone’s peace, but I didn’t have to carry their pain.
Each time I said no with tenderness, I said yes to my own wholeness.
Each time I paused before fixing, I allowed others to meet their own growth edges.
This was the most radical act of faith: trusting that love remains even when I stop over-giving.
The Energy of Boundaries
As a Reiki practitioner and energy healer, I’ve learned that boundaries aren’t just emotional — they’re energetic architecture.
When our field is porous, we absorb everything.
When it’s rigid, we isolate.
True healing happens in the middle — where compassion and discernment coexist.
My boundaries now begin in the body:
a slow breath before saying yes,
a hand on the heart when I feel a pull to fix,
a prayer before responding to requests for energy I don’t have.
It’s not always graceful, but it’s honest.
And honesty is love in motion.
The Legacy I Choose
My mother’s generation carried endurance as their strength.
They said yes when they meant no, because “good women” didn’t make waves.
But silence cost them their joy.
I’m learning to do it differently.
To say no without guilt.
To let others misunderstand me if it means staying true.
To believe that peace built on authenticity is the only peace that lasts.
Every time I hold a boundary, I honor her by breaking the pattern that kept her bound.
The Prayer Beneath It All
Boundaries aren’t rejection — they’re reverence.
They honor the Divine spark in me and in you.
They say, “May both of us stay aligned with what is true.”
Because the deeper I walk this path, the more I see that truth and love are not enemies.
They are two petals on the same rose.
Blessing for the Path of Truth
May your no be as sacred as your yes.
May your boundaries become altars of peace, not fences of fear.
May your voice stay steady when others try to rewrite your story.
And may you remember: you are not here to be understood —
you are here to be whole.
Standing in truth has taught me that not everyone will walk beside you once you stop walking on eggshells.
Some will misunderstand your boundaries as distance.
Others will meet your honesty with silence.
But even in that silence, love doesn’t disappear — it simply takes a new form: self-respect, clarity, peace.
The next part of this journey is learning how to stay tender when others stay quiet — how to keep your heart open even when the echoes of silence surround you.
Written with my mother’s blessing. 🌹
