You are allowed to say no. That’s it, I guess. What I have been trying to remember today; as simple and as easy.
I do not owe it to anyone to give them what they want just because they want it; I do not owe it to them to give them something that will leave me bruised.
The discomfort and the distress and the feeling nestled in the tender part of my throat that whispers wrong, I am allowed to listen to them.
Because, the thing is, I am entitled to taking care of myself. To protect the soft parts from being used.
You are allowed to say no, is the thing. You are allowed to say it and not apologize for it. You are allowed to do what is best for you.