At some point, you stop adjusting your boundaries to survive other people—and start adjusting to their absence instead. A reflection on grief, people-pleasing, and finally learning where to draw the line.
Tag: self-worth
Friends in the Foxhole
The world is fucking weird. I don't know what to call this feeling today except off — the kind of off that makes you stop and ask, what the hell is wrong with me? A few days back I wrote about body image and self‑esteem; since then I've realized something nastier under it all: I …