This isn’t the kind of boundary work you’re used to

I didn’t start teaching boundaries from a therapist’s office. I started as a housewife. One who couldn’t, in good conscience, teach women how to decorate a home when they were dying inside it.

I saw too many women baking pies and folding towels with voices that had never been heard. And I knew deep in my gut — a soft home means nothing if the woman inside it is hard on herself.

Let’s be clear: I don’t teach that tired version of boundaries. The ones that ask you to journal instead of leave. The ones that tell you to “self-care” your way out of being mistreated. The ones that confuse softness with silence.

That’s not protection. That’s performance. And it keeps Black women stuck in roles we were never meant to survive in.

I teach standards-based boundaries.

The kind that don’t beg. The kind that don’t explain. The kind that center your safety — not someone else’s comfort.

Because a woman who wants to create a soft space for her family isn’t weak. But a woman exchanging servitude for acceptance? That’s a crime against her soul.

And I won’t let that happen on my watch.

I’m a certified CBT life coach. And I didn’t become one because my life was easy.

I went through a public, messy, and embarrassing divorce. And the only reason I didn’t fall apart when my marriage did? I had structure in place. I had boundaries that didn’t need to be negotiated. I had standards that didn’t dissolve in grief.

The relationship ended. I didn’t.

So if you're here for permission to feel, fold, and disappear — this ain't that.

But if you're here to build a woman so solid that no situation can shake her — you’re exactly where you need to be.

I post twice a week. We talk boundaries. We talk survival. We talk truth. We talk Black womanhood in its rawest, most liberated form.

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