The 4 Shocking Rules I Defied When I Quit Writing for Others—And What Happened Next
Ever found yourself tangled in the exhausting quest to be endlessly useful—like some kind of emotional Swiss Army knife everyone expects you to carry around? I get it. For me, this started way back when I was twelve, sitting quietly in church basements, soaking up wisdom from strangers who wished they’d found healing earlier, while I just longed to stop holding everything together. Decades in, here I am—a “recovering people pleaser,” still carrying that weight of being the calm in someone else’s storm. But here’s the kicker: trying to be useful all the time isn’t just noble—it can be a cloak you wear to vanish from your own truth. So, what happens when you stop writing for the world’s comfort and start writing for yourself again? Let’s break some long-held rules and find that voice buried beneath the urge to please. Ready to unmask the cost of usefulness? LEARN MORE
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