When Silence Leads to Burnout
So, this link popped up in my feed today and holy moons, was it a real #truthbomb for me today….. You know those moments when something hits you right in the feels, and you can’t unsee it? Yeah, it was one of those. It reminded me of the importance of breaking the silence—a hard lesson I’ve learned over time.
I’ll admit it—I’ve always been the one for harmony and cooperation. Maybe a little too much. And time and time again, I find myself compromising. A lot. Next thing I know, time flies by, and somehow, I’ve given everything I have to give. Like, all of it. Little by little, the other person takes what I’ve offered—without replenishing anything—and then they just walk away.
And what do I do? Smile, nod, and say, “It’s okay”… because I’m expected to be the yogi, the good-natured hippy, and peace maker who wishes everyone well on their journey, right? No hard feelings. Apparently, I’m just supposed to get it—why they did what they did—and be totally fine with being taken for granted. Sure, I’ll just keep working my arse off for this “common purpose” only to get dropped along the way. No big deal, right?
Speaking Up and Breaking the Cycle
Except it is a big deal.
Because what I really want to do is yell, scream, and maybe even throw a few punches (just saying). I mean, can I curse them out in five different languages? There’s a part of me that wants to make them realize what’s happened and, just maybe, give Karma a helping hand. Can you blame me?
And here’s where it gets real fun: after I’ve been calm and accommodating for so long, the moment I actually speak up, it’s all, “Whoa, where’s this coming from? You must be overreacting!” Or my personal favorite: “Are you on your period?” Yeah, because apparently, speaking your mind as a woman automatically means you’ve got PMS, right? Ugh. It’s infuriating. It’s like they’re so used to my silence that any sign of emotion, or God forbid, assertiveness, is automatically labeled as irrational. Funny how it’s never just… you know… me finally standing up for myself.
But here’s the kicker: I’m at fault, too. Choosing silence, tolerating far more than I should have, and getting a little too comfortable with being quiet. I settled for less than what I knew I was worth. Even when it was crystal clear—oh, I knew—that my worth, my value, and who I am deserved so much more than the breadcrumbs I was accepting.
2017: A Year of Abundance, Not Tolerance
The last 12 months? Let’s just say they’ve taught me a lot of lessons. I’ve realized who my true friends and family are—the ones who truly see me, who don’t just take from me. And for that, I’m so grateful. But I’m also angry—angry enough that the tears are rolling down my face as I write this.
Here’s the deal: 2017 will not be a year of excessive tolerance. Nope. This year is all about abundance, thriving, and magical, soulful connections. I’m embracing my voice, my truth, and my vision, and I’m letting it grow and evolve into something bigger and more beautiful than ever.
Your Turn
Where in your life has failure been traced back to silence? Are you holding back when you should be speaking up? It’s time to give yourself permission-for breaking the silence. Speak your truth, claim your worth, and step into your power. Let 2017 (or whatever year you’re reading this) be the year you stop settling for less than what you deserve.
