Bitching In Boston: 5 Stages Of Grief Stage 3. Barganing
Now before I start this, let me make it crystal clear: my problem was never not knowing my worth. I’ve always known I’m worth a damn. My issue? I’ve never respected my own limits. I’ve been spreading myself thin since I was basically in pull ups. As a kid, if I wanted something, my requests never got met without an Oscar worthy meltdown from my parents. So, I was forced into the art of…









