#youcansayno

[thebrokenhouseroad-blog]

[oo-mi-ru-oo]

hiwannabefriendsslashmutuals? I’m melli and i’m 15 ( 16 in dec )

youcansayno!

Sure <3

[artsy-therapist]

SETTING BOUNDARIES IS HEALTHY!

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Source: cecile.dormeau

[its-real-with-lee-blog]

Unsavory Memories

This is very triggering for some. I am here for you!

Most of my past memories are great. I had a wonderful childhood. Very loving parents, siblings, extended family, pets. So what could go wrong? 

I hit 16... I felt the need to be wanted. For some reason I had this ridiculous feeling that I NEEDED to be loved by a man or I didn’t matter. 

I know, some of you who are lucky enough to never have had these feelings are thinking “what a pathetic, self conscious girl”. But that’s just it, I was self conscious and I had NO self esteem. Things only got worse before they got better. 

I don’t like to lay blame on other people, its just when someone is already weak,   No one should be preying on them. But for the next 6 years, those are the exact type of men that were drawn to me. I was foolish enough to believe that they loved me. That the manipulation and the mental abuse was true love. Once they got me to believe them, I started to see true colors but by then “I loved them”, I thought that I could fix them somehow. 

But how can someone fix anyone when you are also broken yourself, but didn’t know it? 

I was young. I didn’t know myself. I didn’t even know that I was broken. 

Sitting here now at 30, I get it. I was sick and I needed help. I was being used and told I was loved by these men I dated and didn’t date for that matter.

It wasn’t until I had my daughter that I realized how I should be treated and loved. It’s when I learned to love myself. It’s when I stopped letting men manipulate me. I was feeling strong as a single mother and learned how to say the word “no”.

Here are some of the manipulating things that would be said to me from people I had been intimate with and thought loved me. 

“You have to have sex with me because you are my girlfriend”

“Since we were each other’s first love, we can have sex no matter what and it doesn’t count even if I have a girlfriend” - he used this from age 17 until I found my strength

“You slept with —— so you have to sleep with me”  

“I have never loved someone so much, you have to be with me because I love you” 

“I bought you tires for your car, you have to have sex with me” - I never asked for anyone to buy me anything or fix anything for me.

“I fixed your car so you need to return a favor”

“I always put up with your sh**, so you should do what I want and give me what I want”

“I could go sleep with anyone else, but I chose you. So you should be happy and do what I want”

“I am going to take this bottle of pills if you break up with me”- I said the words we are over and he did while I sat there and slapped half of the pills out of his hand and he was picking them up off of the floor to eat them while I picked up as many as I could to toss them. He ended up ok and that tricked me to stay for another few months until the abuse got bad and when I tried to leave again, he had his best girlfriend come try to attack me at a party with a beer bottle. And he said 

“You will be listed as my cause of death in my obituary”- he’s still alive today

“You are getting so chubby, you need to lose some weight”- I was at the smallest I had ever been. He later admitted that he was scared that I was going to leave him so he started telling me these things so I would think that no one else would want me but him.  

There are SO many more things that have been said to trick me to either have sex or stay in a relationship when I really wanted to scream “NO” but didn’t have the voice or the strength to. (Again if you have never been in this place, you probably will never understand and will be judging me for falling for this bs)

Now to finding my strength. 

I stayed single for 5 years. I was a single Mom from the time I was 2 months pregnant with my first born and stayed single until she was 4 years old. Turning down dates, relationships, past “flames”. It was my choice to focus on myself and my daughter. I loved every second of being a single mom. Even the financial struggle because I was doing it. I was proud of myself, I went to and finished college (without a man). 

To be completely honest. I wasn’t even interested in dating when I met my now partner. My sister talked me into trying a dating app. I agreed to try for one week. Well... I met my now partner in that week.

I am glad I have met him because we have gotten five years together and a couple more children. I still have to channel my inner strength sometimes and not worry about who is getting upset with me, why I am saying no because bottom line is, if you want to say “No” there doesn’t have to be a reason. It is ok to say “no”.

Read that again, IT IS OK TO SAY NO!!! WITHOUT A REASON

We do not have to fall into the reasons that we “should” for someone else. Looking back at the things that were said to me for reasons why I needed to be intimate with someone makes me cringe. Why wasn’t I stronger? I wasn’t stronger because I didn’t know myself yet,  I needed to water myself to help me grow meaning I needed to love myself. 

I now would laugh in someone’s face if they used those excuses on me and I would not be afraid or scared to say no. Maybe those things in the long run made me grow and learn how to be so strong. But I do not wish anyone to go through that bull. I am not just blaming the guys, I made my choices and I have to live with them. But they definitely preyed on my weaknesses and for that, I do blame them and I am disgusted with them. They DID NOT love me.

So please know that you are worth more, you are strong, you deserve the best, you CAN and WILL do it. You can say no. You don’t have to have a reason to say no. You got this. Keep working and focusing on you. Take time to heal yourself. You own you, no one else owns you. Love yourself.  

Find your inner strength, it IS there waiting for you! 

[momasarah]

#Repost @thekeytorebecca ・・・ Boundaries. Set and maintain them. All the time. Everyday. For your wellbeing. Via @natalieispoetry #boundaries #wellbeing #empathy #authenticliving #youcansayno #yourchoice #whatdoyouwant #reciprocity #balance #healthy https://www.instagram.com/p/BxvaN-1HfT-/?igshid=6jd903cyy9sc

[drdeeknight]

Something I repeat and want ppl to believe. AT ANY POINT You can change your mind and say no abt anything you once said yes to. Don’t walk into 2022 feeling shackled to things you wanted unburdened in 2021. Join my free, “offline” community for more on living free and fully connected in 2022. #linkinbio ✨ [Image description: Violet-colored floral edge on black with black writing on white background that says, At any point, you can change your mind about sex. At any point, you can change your mind about love. At any point, you can change your mind about a job. At any point, you can change your mind about friends. At any point, you can change your mind about agreeing. At any point, you can change your mind about saying yes. At any point, you can change your mind about helping out. At any point, you can change your mind about giving money. At any point, you can change your mind about spending time. At any point, you can change your mind about self-sacrificing.] ✨ #boundaries #youcanchangeyourmind #youcansayno #saynomore #setboundaries #healthyboundaries #atanytime #sayingyes #changingyourmind #sayingno #itsoktosayno #itsoktochangeyourmind #youdonthaveto #youarehealing #youarewhole #traumahealing #traumarecovery #traumacare #healingtrauma #settinghealthyboundaries #sayno #itsyourchoice #yougettochoose #2022resolutions #lettinggo #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL #takingyourpowerback #freeupyourtime https://www.instagram.com/p/CYEt2Z3lLcv/?utm_medium=tumblr

[bambam831333]

#WeThePeopleOfTheWorld #TakeAStand #ComplyingLeadsToDisplacency #DontBeATestSubject #DoYourResearch #YouCanSayNo #OurBodiesOurChoice #StandIndividuallyAsAUnit #PeacefullyGrieve #ViolenceIsToBeMetWithViolenceOfGreaterForce #PeaceIsWhatWeAllWant #FreedomMatters #FreedomOfFreewill #BodyAutonomyIsAHumanRight #MyCompleteAutonomyIsAHumanRight #WeDontWantAgenda21 #WeWantTrueHumanity https://www.instagram.com/p/CNN_zNch72T/?igshid=qw6fwftvs46g

[logophilia-education]

𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗪𝗲𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸! ❤️ We delivered another power-packed session with the wonderful people of the Sunbeam School, Suncity! 😎 Catch Dhruv delivering a series of sessions this month about 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗲. We firmly believe that those who cannot say no have no right to say yes. _____________________________________ 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗧𝗼 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 The Webinars shall be broadcasted through Sunbeam's Facebook Groups https://bit.ly/3hbo6DZ _____________________________________ 2020 © Logophilia Education Pvt. Ltd. #Fight #Logophilia #YouAreWorthy #FightBack #NeverHide #Don'tBeRude #standupforyourself #YouCanSayNo #freedom #sayno #saynotofear #assertiveness #assert #selfesteemboost #selfesteemcoach #selfhelptips #Dhruv #bethebestversionofyourself #beyourownmotivation #SpeakUp #striveforgreatness🚀 #StandUpAndShine #AssertionIsNotImpolite #RespectDoesntMeanYes #sayno #itsok (at Allahabad, India) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCylq-5pN4c/?igshid=rkcv7qabyl83

[shamaradanielsnhc]

Body knows your body better than you so don't allow anyone to pretend they do! #choices #speakup #mybodymychoice #healthyisachoiceandalifestyle #dailystrugglies #shamarasaidso #support #youcansayno #naturalcuresthatwork #healthybody #saynotomeds #brainhealthmatters #beautyinfluencer #bodypositive #inspireothers #bethechangeyouwanttoseeintheworld #bealeaderofchange #defeatthestruggle https://www.instagram.com/p/B9Z0ndwprBz/?igshid=53g193q423df

[thesquarechick]

Square Chick Convos Take 64🎬 There's nothing wrong with gentle reminders...if that doesn't work..... separate yourself from those who constantly try to change you for their sake. There are certain things we must remain adamant about....for starters, Who We Are!! ~The Square Chick #stoppretending #genuine #imdifferent #SQUARECHICKINC #strengthquotes #notperfect #life #perfection #MINDOVERMATTER #4SQUARECHICKS #dialouge #SQUAREISTHENEWSEXY #youcansayno #COMFORTZONE #embraceyourflaws #inrecovery #SQUARECHICKSWIN #IWRITE #IMASQUARECHICK #lifelessons #THESQUARECHICK #igwriters #SELFLOVE #sacrifice #inspiration https://www.instagram.com/p/B6KongQnklV/?igshid=1q0tnuo4jkk5i

[artisanalapothecary]

#Repost @artisanal_apothecary with @make_repost ・・・ Couldn’t have said it better myself. It’s hard, especially with kids, I know. There’s so much to do, so many options. It’s okay to do the things too... and to buy things, etc. just remember your intention. And whatever it takes, don’t fall off your CBD routine. 😂🤪 Happy Tuesday! #cbd #cbdoil #artisanalapothecary #dallas #handmade #simpleholiday #rememberyourintention #holidayseason #holidaze #enjoyyourself #youcansayno #youcansayyes #youareincontrol #simpleholiday #cbdbathproducts #selfcare #cbdselfcare #bathbombs #bodybutter #cbdtopicals #cbdtincture #dontstress https://www.instagram.com/p/B55KpYcHdc4/?igshid=1otnyn4ws3s1g

[beyondtheshade]

Don’t make yourself uncomfortable in order to make others comfortable.. it’s draining • • • • • #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthrecovery #mentalhealthquotes #mentalhealthinstagram #instaquotes #youcansayno #dontoverstretchyourself #selfcare #lookafteryourself (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4efGGKgpy8/?igshid=uamwobxu1a3b

[cutexshinobi]

Lesson learned.

[writerman]

Bard never thought that much of Thranduil's top surgery scars, he was told Thran had surgery, and they never bothered him, so that was it. Until Bard finally asked Thran how he got the scars. Thran just gives Bard a look. (Trans Thran, you can throw in my boi Elrond if you want XD.)

//This one is close to my heart for very obvious reasons. Thank you for letting me write this and I hope you enjoy it. 

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Scars.

Everyone had them.

All different kinds, from all sorts of injuries- embarrassing or serious.

Life gave you scars, some people were proud of them and others sought to hide them, overall most of the time they weren’t anyone else's business but your own.

Well… all of the time.

People can share stories of their scars with you but only if they want that, you cannot demand the story of another person’s body, nor will they ever be obligated to tell you anything about the world that lives on their skin or under it.

Thranduil had scars.

Scars on his chest, one healing and almost invisible on his forearm. They were faint silvery things that Bard only noticed when they were close.

The discussion of scars never came up between them in conversation, and honestly, Bard never thought it was any of his business.

Though he could not deny he was curious, still, he never mentioned it, curiosity needn't be spoken out loud.

Bard and Thranduil had not been together all that long, a couple of months, they met at the tail end of winter, the last dregs of the winter festivals loitering on the outskirts of the city, looking more menacing than cheery now that Christmas had passed by.

The grey slush had soaked Bard from his shoes up to the calves of his jeans, but he’d trudged dutifully through the snow with his youngest sibling to take her to see the reindeer that lay sullenly at the far end of a dreary paddock.

Tilda was far too involved with naming the reindeer to notice that her older brother’s attention was elsewhere.

A literal angel that had descended from the Heavens was leaning over the paddock fence watching the animals intently as though his gaze might will them to their feet.

It did not and eventually, they gave up, as they turned they caught Bard’s gaze and gave a shy smile before trying to hurry off through the slippery slush.

He’d had half a mind to follow the stranger but even the allure of smooth skin and long blond hair could not pull him from his tiny sister and her joy at seeing “Santa’s reindeer”. They remained at the fence for another 10 minutes before Tilda complained she was cold and Bard offered to take her to get hot chocolate to warm up.

Tilda had taken a seat by the window with her mug of hot chocolate leaving Bard to navigate a chair through the packed cafe, he sat quietly while Tilda chatted about the animals and the names she gave them, meanwhile, Bard could not shake the feeling of awe that had struck him at the sight of the blond stranger.

Sadly, he didn’t see him again that day.

They bumped into another a few weeks later, Bard instantly recognised him and stood in panicked silence as the blond apologised for not watching where he walked- after a long awkward pause Bard cleared his throat and did something he had never truly imaged he’d have the courage to do.

He spoke to him.

“I saw you- uh, at the winter festival.” He blurted out his voice croaking midway through his sentence, mortifying really, he would have to spend the rest of his life living as a hermit in the mountains now…

The blond just nodded as though Bard pointing out the obvious was the norm for him like he had expected this for some reason, the same shy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he looked away.

“Ah, you were really staring at those reindeer.” Again, words came forth and he was wondering if his brain had actually engaged with the rest of his body that morning when he left the house, it seemed not but the blond responded this time with actual words.

Good LORD that voice could restart a heart.

“They looked sad,” Three words and Bard already knew he was done for, who sounds like that and looks like that- this whole beautiful package?! “I was trying to work out if I could come back that night and steal them.” He seemed sincere and Bard had to take a moment to relearn how to breathe as he choked on air.

“So… did you?”

He never got an answer instead he received a very rushed query that sounded something along the lines of ‘Wouldyouliketograbcoffee…. Youcansayno.” After deciphering the code Bard accepted the offer and they headed to the closest place for coffee.

Once in the warmth the blond opened up a bit and apologised for not introducing himself.

His name was Thranduil.

“I’m Bard, it is really nice to meet you, Thranduil.”

And that was how they met, they had had coffee and then remained in contact until a mutual friend forced them to ask one another out.

Even after 4 months Bard still couldn’t quite believe his luck, some mornings, after Thranduil had stayed the night Bard would roll over to watch the other sleep and he’d have to pinch himself to make sure the whole scene was real and he wasn’t just enjoying a ridiculously vivid dream.

Silly maybe, but Bard did really feel so incredibly lucky.

He realised quickly that Thranduil was a quiet man, always seemingly deep in thought, never sharing the contents on his mind as though the key to unlocking the secrets of the universe was to keep it bottled up in one head until one day something clicked.

That’s what Bard imagined, that had a complex system of thoughts and feelings zipping through his mind at a thousand miles per hour leaving him reeling but unaffected on the outside.

It was not fair to put him on a pedestal like that, he knew deep down if he ever voiced his thoughts that Thranduil would be hurt and he wasn’t sure why, it just felt wrong that he assumed the other was on the side of Godhood than mortal man.

Maybe in a past life…

The blond had a flair for art, thought stifled by his family and their expectations of him. Always needing to be better, to stand taller, to speak clearer and only to speak if the words held meaning- a scary way to live wondering if your words meant anything to those that surrounded you on a daily basis.

Asking to pass the salt would likely end up in a conversation about the wealth of the earth if that was how he was to live.

Bard hoped it was a slight embellishment the information Thranduil fed him, the tiny morsels of his life at home revealed with one sentence at a time but as soon as the blond realised he was talking about home he shut down.

There were times Bard would be studying frantically very last minute for an exam, his masters was important but not important enough to study in good time for a test,… at 29 years old he still lived like a teenager but with more bills and more responsibility, and suddenly he would be presented with a sketch of himself his hair wild and falling in his eyes as he leaned over a book gripping a pen a little too tightly.

Thranduil often explaining that it was always a pleasure to draw him while he studied or even slept, though he would quickly add that he hoped he did not “appear creepy” at the admission that he had, indeed, watched him sleep once or twice just to draw him.

“All in the name of art!” Bard would quip, he would then proceed to smother the blond with kisses- though if things got too steamy Thranduil would stammer out excuses before putting some distance between them.

Apologies would come from both of them but the air would remain tense. It was usually around this time that Thranduil would take his leave and head home claiming he had forgotten some important appointment with his family or doctor.

He saw the doctor a lot, and it worried Bard. Yet, he did not pry.

It all came to a head one summer night, they were walking back from a garden party/BBQ hosted by the same mutual friend that got them together, both of them on the right side of buzzed from the few drinks they had.

He wasn't sure why he brought it up, the lack of intimacy in their relationship and his constant doctor's visits.

“We have intimacy it just isn't sexual. I know it isn't enough for you,” The words came out wrong and sounded accusatory to his own ears. “In truth, it isn't enough for me either.” Thranduil trailed off and looked away, he couldn't find any other words to further explain himself.

His gaze stayed on the floor for a moment to shield himself from Bard's curious and intense gaze.

“Tell me about you, what bothers you. Share the burden, you don't have to do this alone.” Bard grabbed Thranduil's hand giving it a supportive squeeze, smiling when the blond finally looked up at him.

“I'm so scared of how you'll see me if I tell you who I am.”

“You're Thranduil, my boyfriend and sketch artist extraordinaire!” They both laugh and Thranduil seemed more at ease but fear lingered in his now glassy blue eyes.

It was now or never it seemed.

“I've seen you look at the scars on my chest, I know you're curious and honestly thought you'd work it out from that but… now I'm seriously thinking that you just look at me adoringly and don't think what things are only that they are there.” A weak and nervous laugh escapes Thranduil, his hand is damp in Bard's and he pulls it from the other's grip.

“Well…” Bard began a small smile forming as they continued to walk back towards his flat, Thranduil was half right. It had never occurred to him that they were close enough that he could ask- he knew they were in a romantic relationship and that generally they could be more open about themselves but to Bard it still seemed inappropriate to ask about something like that.

Scars were something intimate and secretive about a person, a story that they may have buried deep within themselves almost repressed so as to not relive the memories every time they saw the reminder in their skin.

They way Thranduil spoke it was as though he wanted Bard to ask, perhaps it was easier to explain if someone asked than to broach the subject completely out of the blue and unbidden.

Quite the quandary, Bard was well aware that his boyfriend was notoriously secretive about many things, many personal things aside from his general interests and whatnot.

To ask him now was bold but if he didn’t he may lose the chance to try again later. The alcohol in his system buoyed his confidence to a degree and with some hesitation pushed on and bit the bullet.

“I do want to know- I see them all the time and I am curious as all Hell what they could be from. I just…,” He stopped speaking trying to grasp at words all the while they continued to walk now in an awkward silence both holding their breath for a moment. “How do you even bring up the conversation of scars without sounding like an ass with no tact?” Thranduil laughed as soon as he heard Bard’s reasoning for remaining shy on the subject and he grabbed his hand to squeeze it, clearly happy that his boyfriend was just as unsure as he was at times.

Though it never really showed, the uncertainty he certainly harboured. Bard seemed untouchable in his enthusiasm and courage, constantly looking out to the horizon and following the edge of the world rather than looking at his feet and watching his every step.

Never brutish in his words or actions, not overly gentle but capable of comfort- he had a calming influence simply because he seemed so confident all the time.

Thranduil felt lucky to have met such a man by chance, and he didn’t want to think about the future especially if Bard was not in it- there was a flutter of hope in his chest that once he explained what he had been through things would not change. But such an outlook felt entirely too positive for Thranduil and he dampened down the hope so that his expectation fit with who he felt he was and how he came across to others.

There had never been a time he had enquired as to how people saw him from the outside looking in, that would require speaking to a lot of people and he already felt tired thinking of doing so.

“They are surgery scars.” God, the words had come out in one breath and he felt his inside seize up as Bad whipped his head round to look at Thran, his eyes darted to his shirt then back to his face before speaking.

“Surgery scars, were you unwell?”

Thranduil gave a noise that could be construed as ‘Well…’ but nothing more, after a moment of silence Bard spoke again.

“You can tell me, I promise you that everything will be fine.”

That was not a promise Bard could make not with the nature of the surgery, instead it would open a whole other can of worms, Thranduil felt stiff with fear, the process of rigor mortis setting in before he’d even died from the sheer fear of what he was doing. HIs heart had never beat so fast.

“For a long time I believed I was sick, that there was something horribly wrong with me but I was not sick I just didn’t have the words to describe who I was yet.” He was drawing this out unnecessarily and it wasn’t helping his anxious heartbeat in the slightest.

“I am transgender, I have not always been known as Thranduil and the scars are from surgery to sculpt my chest to appear more masculine.” The stunned silence that followed was sickening, it felt heavy and cold in the pit of Thranduil’s stomach and he felt tears sting the corners of his eyes.

Then there it was! Bard’s grip tightened on Thranduil’s hand the squeeze of comfort he had always offered until he realised he was being pulled round to face his boyfriend.

They were stood at the foot of the path that led to Bard’s front door.

Their eyes met.

“This changes nothing- Thranduil, I love you, I can’t even think of enough words to get across how much I love you. I know you’re scared, I mean, you’ve just told me something huge something important to you and honestly I feel honoured that you trust me with this.” Bard wasn’t sure what to say, for all he knew Thranduil was the first transgender person he had ever met, he couldn’t be sure but he was definitely the first transgender person who had openly told him that about themselves.

Rather than hanging around outside while the blond felt so vulnerable, he tugged Thranduil into walking again and they went inside.

Thranduil remained quiet for a long time, Bard moved about the flat a moment before returning with a glass of water for Thranduil who accepted it gratefully.

“I- want to ask a question but I think it is too forward,” Even as he spoke Bard regretted the words but Thranduil had a knowing look in his eyes, as though he had expected a certain question before it had even been voiced.

“You want to know if this is the reason we haven’t had sex.” His tone flat and he took a sip of water, one hand clenched into a ball rested on his thigh the other holding tightly to the glass, at that moment he looked exhausted and Bard was at a loss on what to say.

So, rather than saying anything he sat next to Thranduil and covered his balled fist with his hand giving a light squeeze- the blond needed time and he absolutely needed an apology.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t necessary for me to question you on that- I can’t just assume things about you.” There were many things he wanted to say but wording them seemed hard now, or at least accusatory and that was the last thing he wanted.

“No, it’s fine, really… it is the reason but the fact you just jumped right to that as though, as though it was something that was wrong and not just nerves. I can’t expect you to be perfect about this if you don’t know anything.”

“You’re right to be upset, I wasn’t exactly delicate about it, and I shouldn’t have questioned you at all. Google is a thing, you don’t have to tell me anything, I want you to know that you have the freedom to tell me whatever you want or not.” Finally Thranduil set down the glass eyes red and glassy still he wanted to cry with relief that this man still loved him the fear in the back of his mind that leached into his heart and stomach was subsiding- how terrified he had been to think that Bard would toss him aside for ‘lying’ to him this whole time.

But no, his Bard as not like that. His Bard wanted to learn and understand and his Bard treated him like a human, as a man.

“I love you.”

[charlottedoula]

#Repost @brightheartbirth (@get_repost) ・・・ Informed refusal is the other side of the same coin as informed consent. If you know the risks and benefits there is little anyone can make you do without your consent. If there is something you really aren’t comfortable doing, you almost always have a choice. That choice might not always be clear or implied. If you aren’t comfortable, say so and ask more questions. Im not saying it will be supported or easy, but I do hope you hear that you are in control and you get a say in the things that are done to you. #InformedConsent #InformedRefusal #YourExperience #YouCanSayNo #DoulaSupport #EmpoweredPeople #RespectfulCare #CharlotteDoula #Charlotte #Doula #clt #CharlotteNC #BlackOwnedClt #CharlotteDoulas (at Charlotte, North Carolina)

[drdeeknight]

Save your energy for things that are worthy, for things with *your* name on it. Steward your YES by saying NO to good things meant for others, so your yes can flourish for the things meant for you. ✨ [image text: Don’t confuse capacity with calling. Just because you’re capable of something doesn’t mean you’re called to it. End image text.] ✨ #saveyourenergy #calling #capacity #boundaries #makeroom #youcansayno #whatisyourwhy #knowyourwhy #healthyboundaries #knowyourself #knowyourstory #purpose #rest #saynomore #startsayingno #sayno #setboundaries #youdonthavetodoitall #youcanrestnow #sethealthyboundaries #settingboundaries #settinghealthyboundaries #cultivatepeace #cultivatingpeace #balance #emotionalbalance #therapistsofinstagram #psychologistsofinstagram #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL https://www.instagram.com/p/CU5E_4_lVYc/?utm_medium=tumblr