Losing Myself in the Process of Pleasing Others For much of my life, I carried a quiet belief that I wasn’t good enough. I doubted my worth, always feeling like my happiness came second to the needs of others. I molded myself into what the world expected—trying to keep everyone else happy—without realizing I was slowly disappearing. When the Pain Touches Generations This pattern deeply affected my relationships. My daughter, strong and independent, didn’t grow up seeing the version of me who questioned everything. And my son… I haven’t had contact with him in what feels like his whole life. That kind of silence carries a unique pain. It’s easy…