There is something different about setting boundaries with people who knew you when you were small.
People who watched you grow.
People whose voices still echo in your head.
It would be easier if they were strangers.
Easier if there were no memories attached.
But history does not excuse harm.
Familiarity does not erase impact.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is say,
“I love you… but this is not healthy for me anymore.”
Not with anger.
Not with revenge.
With clarity.
Because healing teaches you that protecting your peace is not betrayal.
It is growth.
And growth often requires distance from what once felt normal.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 