“The Hidden Cost of Agreeability: How My Quest to Please Others Nearly Destroyed Me”
That it made me a good person.
But over time, I started to realize something: the more I bent over backward to please everyone, the further I drifted from myself.
I wasn’t being kind. I was being compliant. I wasn’t making people happy—I was just making myself smaller, more palatable, easier to digest.
And the worst part? I didn’t even realize it was happening.
It took me a long time (and a few hard lessons) to understand that constantly being agreeable wasn’t some noble trait—it was a way of avoiding discomfort, of keeping the peace at the expense of my own voice.
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