Finding My Voice: The Power of Inner Knowing and Boundaries in Healing
For a long time, I waited.
Waited for someone to take accountability.
To change.
To apologize.
To be better.
And truthfully, I would have loved that. I still would.
But I’ve realized that my healing, my peace, and my power don’t depend on someone else’s growth.
Instead, they live in me.
In the quiet, steady voice that’s always been there — even when I was scared to listen.
I didn’t see the red flags at first.
Maybe I couldn’t.
Maybe I didn’t want to.
I was in pain. I was vulnerable.
I was healing.
And in that space, I gave the benefit of the doubt. I hoped. I waited. I stayed.
But when I did finally see clearly — I chose me.
I listened to that small, strong voice inside.
I acted in alignment with it.
And that changed everything.
Because at the end of the day, I have to live in my body.
I’m the one who carries the weight of my decisions.
I’m the one who feels the consequences of betraying or honoring myself.
That’s what boundaries are about — not control, not punishment — but protection.
They are a container. A structure. A safety net.
They tell the world: this is where I begin and end.
And if you live with chronic pain, this matters even more.
When the nervous system is already on high alert, shaky boundaries can feel like danger.
When someone around us can’t or won’t hold their own boundaries, it doesn’t just feel emotionally unsafe — it can be physically dysregulating.
Our bodies remember chaos.
And for many of us, pain becomes the alarm bell.
But here’s the truth I hold now:
Just because someone else doesn’t take responsibility doesn’t mean I have to stay stuck.
I am not a victim.
I can recognize when something isn’t safe or supportive.
And I can choose to leave, to protect my peace, to listen to my body’s cues — no matter how quiet or inconvenient they may be.
And yes — this is hard.
It doesn’t mean I don’t feel angry. Or sad. Or deeply disappointed.
I do. And it hurts.
But feeling those emotions doesn’t mean I’ve done something wrong.
It means I care. It means I’m human.
And feeling them fully — without collapsing or abandoning myself — is part of what strengthens my voice.
That’s what finding my voice has meant.
Not yelling. Not demanding.
But getting so rooted in my truth that I don’t need to explain or convince anyone.
I just live it.
And in that, I’ve found the greatest healing of all:
Self-trust.
Self-honoring.
And the kind of peace that only comes from choosing yourself — again and again.
If you’re navigating pain, learning to set boundaries, or simply trying to feel safe in your body again, you’re not alone. The Pelvic Healing Circle is a gentle, trauma-informed membership space where we explore somatic tools, breathwork, and mind-body practices together. It’s a place to be witnessed, supported, and reminded of your inner wisdom.
