For a very long time, I was constantly afraid of letting others down.
Not just with my mom and dad and boyfriend, no. I didn't want to disappoint even the Starbucks barista, H&M sales clerk, and the cleaning lady.
I was a sucker for people pleasing.
Raised to be a "good girl," my self-worth was entangled with what others think of me. I subconsciously made it my job to make everyone happy.
With friends, I said Yes to go out for drinks when I wanted to stay home, drink tea, and read a book instead.
At work, I strived to meet others expectations (and my own impossible expectations towards myself) until I got sick and depressed.
In relationships, when I felt sad or lonely or hurt, I couldn't share with my partners. I didn't want to them to think of me as weak or uncool or difficult. But no vulnerability means no real connection.
If you see yourself in my story, one of the most liberating things you can give to yourself is the permission to disappoint others.
Not out of meanness to others but out of kindness to yourself.
I wrote about this more deeply in my new article.
👉 Read my new full blog here >>https://milenanguyen.com/blog/2020/2/27/let-me-disappoint-you
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