I hate conflict; thus, my boundaries have frequently gone unguarded. When someone else is uncomfortable—whether or not I caused their discomfort—I've quickly self-sacrificed. Afterward, I feel a tinge of burning resentment because beneath my automatic response, I didn't really want to help: I had to help. My actions weren't compassionate; they were compulsive, not to … Continue reading Newsletter #91: Bulletproof Boundaries
