Turf isn’t just Turf..

Today I’ve been thinking about how something as ordinary as turf, soil, land, a patch of bog – can come to represent so much more when families are in conflict.

It’s never really about the turf. It’s about control. It’s about the silent power plays that go unspoken but deeply felt. The way someone can turn the simplest things into symbols of status, dominance or punishment.

For me, the turf has become a marker of something much heavier. The unspoken tension, the lack of respect, the years of emotional manipulation dressed up as ‘tradition’ or ‘the way it’s always been’.

I used to question myself a lot. Wondered if I was too sensitive. Too angry. But I see it clearly now! There are people who thrive in control and silence because it protects their ego. And when you stop playing along, they don’t know what to do with you.

What I’ve learned is this: your peace is not negotiable. Your dignity isn’t up for debate. And no one, no matter how much turf they claim, gets to decide your worth.

If you’ve ever been in a situation like this – where the ‘thing’ being argued over wasn’t really the thing at all.

I’d love to hear your story.

How did you protect your peace?

What did you learn about yourself or others in the process?

Feel free to share in the comments or message me privately. You’re not alone.