My parents ask for something urgent, I drop what I'm doing and rush. I didn't think that it could harm, because I was just trying to be good. But one day I realized that I was squeezed out like a lemon. I get angry, irritated, offended. But no one forced me, I chose it myself.

The first attempts to say "no" were scary. It seemed to me that they would offend, turn away, condemn. But no. Those who respect you will understand. And those who did not understand, well, that's also a sign. Now I can refuse without feeling guilty. Simply because I am also a person, I have the right to rest, to my time, to "I don't want to". Saying "no" is not being rude. It's being honest. With yourself and with others. It's a path to yourself, to respecting your boundaries and your desires. And you know, life has become easier because of it.