You can’t please everyone.
I’ve always been a people pleaser. I smiled when I was upset, just to make others feel better or more comfortable. I would always let other people pick movies or restaurants. I went out of my way to give my friends gifts or do nice things for them. And for a long time, I tried to pretend I was someone else because my mom couldn’t handle the fact that her eldest child was so different from her.
Until I realized that I didn’t need to do all of these things, I was a miserable human being. I hated myself and most of the people around me. I overcompensated for my introversion by being overly outgoing to the point of being obnoxious – it worked for my sister, why not me? But inside, I was uncomfortable in my own skin.
It took me twenty-four years of being miserable to realize that I was miserable because I was trying to live my life the way I was “supposed to.” And it was not even close to worth it.
I stopped trying to make everyone else happy, and ended up actually being happy myself.