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The Cost of Over Giving

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The Cost of Over Giving

I gave like a well with no bottom—

spilling wisdom, time, tenderness,

into hands that never asked how I was.

Friendship became a stage where I performed love

hoping one day, someone might applaud with presence.

I gave design, intuition, guidance, soul.

I gave even when I was tired.

I gave until I disappeared.

And when I named the emptiness,

when I whispered, “This isn’t fair,”

some walked away—

offended that I would ask for balance.

But I have learned the wisdom of discernment.

I am a giver, yes—

but no longer selfless to the point of self-erasure.

Now I pour into those who also pour.

Now I name my worth before it is depleted.

Now I feel the sacred ache of receiving.

And in this new rhythm,

my life is blooming with reciprocity.

This is the alchemy of overgiving—

turning the wound of depletion into the root of mutual care.

Reflections

Where have you given too much in relationships without receiving in return? What patterns do you notice when you look back
What beliefs or old stories made it feel unsafe or wrong to receive?What part of you still longs to be nourished?
How do you define fair exchange now? What does balance look and feel like in your friendships or partnerships?
Where are you being called to practice discernment—not from fear, but from self-respect? What red flags are you beginning to honor more quickly

Journaling

Create a sacred space. Light a candle, place a hand on your heart, and affirm:

“It is safe for me to receive.”

Read the poem slowly. Let it stir what needs to be seen.

Then, reflect on what balance means for you now. Write a letter to your past self—the giver who didn’t know better yet—and offer her the compassion she was missing.