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https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hZaWkAFNzlkmAVA6RRqSWGg9Z8cjdmCc/view?usp=sharingGolden Pork Fest organizat de Peter si...
24/03/2026

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hZaWkAFNzlkmAVA6RRqSWGg9Z8cjdmCc/view?usp=sharing
Golden Pork Fest organizat de Peter si Ute Weiss , un eveniment plin de emotii pozitive in care participantii au avut parte de voie buna , zambete si au consolidat prietenia Round Table family . Multumim Peter si Ute ptr frumoasele momente oferite , pentru o organizare impecabila si prietenia pe care ne-ati daruit-o .


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12/11/2025

Let’s talk about why “set boundaries” is overrated.
Not because boundaries don’t matter...they do. They’re vital.
But the way people talk about them online makes it sound like they’re easy.
Like all you have to do is say “no” once, and suddenly everyone will respect it.

But what no one talks about is what happens after.
The guilt.
The fear of disappointing someone.
The quiet panic that maybe you were too harsh, too selfish, too much.

Because boundaries aren’t just about what you say.
They’re about what your body remembers.

If you grew up walking on eggshells, boundaries can feel dangerous.
If saying “no” used to get you punished, your nervous system still treats it like a threat.

So when people say “just set boundaries,” they’re skipping the hardest part...
the part where your whole body shakes from trying to do something that once felt unsafe.

What actually helps is learning to regulate before you set them.
To breathe through the guilt instead of obeying it.
To remind yourself that protecting your peace doesn’t make you cruel.

Boundaries aren’t walls.
They’re doors.
And you get to decide who walks through, how far they come, and when it’s time to close it again.

Because boundaries aren’t about pushing people out.
They’re about finally making space for yourself to stay in.
I am happy you are here ❤ Ramona Magyih

07/07/2025

I kept returning to the same memory. Like poking a bruise, just to prove it still hurt.

Every time it surfaced, I’d tell the same story: They shouldn’t have done that. If they had acted differently, I wouldn’t be this way.

I thought if I blamed it enough, an answer would come.
Relief would come.
Maybe even justice.

But none of that came.
Just more ache.
More flinching.

Because the more I blamed the wound, the more I avoided touching it.
Really touching it.
Not with rage.
Not with logic.
But with care.

And the truth?
Blaming didn’t stop the bleeding. It just built a wall around it. Thick. High. Impenetrable.

So when love came close, I flinched.
When softness showed up, I doubted it.
When healing asked to begin, I shut the door.

Blame gave me a story.
But healing asked for something harder: responsibility without shame.
grief without war.
Touch without defense.

It took me years to learn you can’t treat a wound you’re still blaming.
You have to hold it.
See it.
Let it speak.

Only then will it start to close.

Where are you in your blaming journey? Are you still poking the same wound?

07/07/2025
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