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When the Workplace Wounds You

This morning, my husband Allen came home with a new perfume. He didn’t just buy it for himself; he bought it already knowing it was exactly the kind of scent I’d love, and the first thing he did was find me and ask if I liked it, his face lit up with the kind of quiet excitement that only people who pay attention to you carry. Then he said I could use it whenever I wanted.

He made breakfast too, when he could. Small things. The kind that don’t make headlines but quietly hold a life together.

I am sitting with that this Friday morning, and I am grateful. Not just for the gesture, but for what it reminded me; that being treated with consideration, being seen in the small things, is not a luxury. It is the baseline of how human beings are meant to treat one another.

Which is exactly why it stings so much when the workplace forgets that.

The cost of what we tolerate

I’ve been in a season at work lately that has stretched me in ways I didn’t fully anticipate. Not the workload itself; I’ve always been able to carry a heavy load. What’s been harder is navigating moments where the pressure of a season starts bleeding into how people treat each other; where urgency becomes an excuse, where tension replaces respect, and where the lines that should protect everyone’s dignity quietly start to move.

I’ve felt it in my body before I could name it in words. That particular brand of exhaustion that isn’t just tiredness. It’s the depletion that comes from an environment where you have to keep your guard up, not because the work is hard, but because you’re not entirely sure you’re safe inside it.

Business speaker Francis Kong puts a finer point on it than I could: teach people how to treat you, because tolerating disrespect signals to others exactly what behavior you are willing to accept. That line stopped me. Not because it was harsh, but because it was honest in a way I needed to hear.

How others behave versus how you respond

Here is the distinction that has been carrying me through this season: how others behave is a reflection of them. How I respond is a reflection of me.

I don’t need to lower myself to match someone else’s disrespect. I don’t need to become sharp because they were sharp first, or cold because they were cold first. What I am called to hold is my own standard of conduct; not for their sake, but because my character is mine to steward, regardless of the environment I’m standing in.

This isn’t passivity. Francis Kong is clear on that too: being respectful does not mean letting people walk over you. You can remain calm, composed, and kind while still standing your ground. You can say no without raising your voice. You can hold a boundary without making it a battle.

“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.” — Ephesians 4:31-32

The call to kindness in that verse has never been a call to be a doormat. It is a call to a higher standard; one that pressure does not get to renegotiate.

What the research confirms

This isn’t just personal conviction; the data has been catching up to what many of us have felt for a long time. Two-thirds of employees reported feeling burned out in some way during the past year, and nearly half have left a job specifically because of reasons tied to their mental health; most of those departures were voluntary. They didn’t leave because the work was hard. They left because the environment made the hard work unbearable.

What makes the difference? Employees who feel their dignity and mental health are genuinely supported are twice as likely to report no burnout or depression. Not because their workload was lighter, but because they felt safe inside it.

Respect is not a soft benefit. It is a structural one. When it’s absent, even the most resilient people eventually run out of what it takes to stay.

Protecting your dignity is a discipline, not a reaction

One of the things Francis Kong said that I keep returning to is this: keep your personal standards high not for the sake of others, but because your dignity is yours to defend and uphold.

That framing matters. Because when we frame dignity as something we protect for ourselves, from the inside out, it becomes much harder for any external environment to strip it from us. We stop waiting for others to treat us well before we decide we’re worthy of being treated well.

For me, this has meant making some quiet but firm decisions this season. About what I will engage with and what I will let pass. About when to speak and when to simply hold my ground in silence. About refusing to let the tension of a difficult week become permission to treat myself or anyone else with less care than we deserve.

It hasn’t made everything easier. But it has made me clearer.

The small things that remind you what you’re protecting

I keep coming back to Allen and his perfume this morning; the way he noticed what I’d love before I asked, the way he offered it freely. That is what consideration looks like in practice. It’s not grand. It’s consistent. It’s the decision, made quietly and repeatedly, to pay attention to the person in front of you.

That is what I want to carry into every room I walk into, at home and at work. Not perfectly, not without effort, but intentionally. Because the people around me deserve to feel what I felt this morning; seen in the small things, treated with care in the ordinary moments, safe enough to simply be themselves without bracing for what’s coming next.

The Lord has been generous with wisdom this season, and I am holding it with both hands. Protect your peace. Hold your standard. Teach people, gently but clearly, how you are meant to be treated.

If you are navigating a difficult season at work

Start by naming what you’re actually feeling, not just the workload, but the relational temperature of your environment. Is the pressure affecting how people treat each other? Are lines being crossed that shouldn’t be? Naming it clearly is the first step to responding to it wisely.

Then decide, in advance, what your standard is; not reactively, not in the middle of a tense moment, but now, while you’re clear. How do you want to show up regardless of how others are showing up? What will you tolerate, and what will you calmly, firmly decline?

Set that boundary from a place of dignity, not defense. You are not protecting yourself because you are fragile. You are protecting yourself because you are valuable, and you know it.

And look for the Allen moments in your own life; the small gestures from the people who genuinely see you. Let them remind you what you’re worth, so the harder environments don’t get to be the loudest voice in the room.

You do not have to earn respect by absorbing disrespect. You get to require it, quietly, consistently, and without apology.

What is one boundary you’ve been hesitant to name, and what would it look like to hold it with grace this week? 🌿

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I’m Claude

I’m a Filipino woman of faith, a supply chain leader by day, and a mother, wife, and writer who believes God’s faithfulness shows up in the everyday; the mountains, the mess, and the ordinary Tuesday mornings in between.

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