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Why Saying “No” Was the Hardest Thing I Had to Learn
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​ Hey there, Reader! ​ There’s a difference between being kind and being accommodating at your own expense—but it took me a long time to learn that. Especially when you’ve been raised to be agreeable. Easygoing. Helpful. Someone who doesn’t “make a fuss.” Before I got sick, I was the person everyone could count on. Every time I pushed through, said yes too quickly, over-explained, or apologized for cancelling… I crashed. But I’ve learned something that changed everything: You don’t need to explain yourself into being taken seriously. You don’t have to educate in order to earn care. And you don’t owe anyone access to your time, energy, or body—especially when you’re running on fumes. In my latest post, I’m sharing the boundary-setting habits I had to learn the hard way. I’ll walk you through:
If you’ve ever struggled with protecting your energy because you didn’t want to “let anyone down”—this one’s for you. 👉 Read it here: Chronic Illness, People Pleasing, and the Boundaries I Had to Learn the Hard Way​ ​ ​ ​ ✨ Back-to-School Reset for Spoonies​ ​ ​ Until next time, ​
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April Smith | The Thriving Spoonie
đź’ŞI create resources to help people adapt to living with chronic illness so they can thrive.
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