Since reading about and discussing boundaries in my DBT class, I have come to acknowledge I overshare.
Rightly or wrongly, years of therapy, from a young age, has encouraged me to share every event, thought and emotion in my life in the promise that it will make me feel better. Then I began working in the mental health field where my lived experience was an asset. Sharing my story was what was going to end discrimination, show society who people with mental health issues really are: super cool individuals who deserve respect. But, the more I share, the more horrible I feel. Each time, I am ripping an old scar. I burn out frequently, but I keep going for the greater good.
After some though, I realized that oversharing isn’t a good thing. It is a boundary issue. It seeps into other parts of my life, including my social life, where everyone and anyone can hear my story. I don’t like this. It’s strange to maybe not know this but, I am allowed to have some privacy. Not just allowed actually, but entitled to privacy.
I haven’t blog as much because I am trying to give myself this privacy. I have felt better since doing this and setting a few other boundaries such as not answering work related emails after 6pm on weekdays and barely answering them on the weekends. Giving myself space to breathe and heal is proving to be very valuable. I was always in a rush to fix things, make things happen that I was getting ahead of myself and catching up was becoming difficult.
It’s time to slow things down, do things for myself and put a bit on the backburner for a bit.