I tiptoe past our living room where two dozen women are seated on the floor in silent prayer. A kind of quiet that carries its own music. The familiar rhythm of tinkling prayer beads, running noses, and heartfelt sighs. Sounds of hope, grief, and release.

When working with my clients, I’ve found that people often think setting boundaries is somehow selfish. That protecting their own health and well-being comes at a cost of supporting others.