Hi Anita,
I know it’s a good thing. It’s just really hard. For some reason this time I know I can’t go back. Even if I wanted to, my body is rejecting it. I was miserable. I don’t care anymore. I really don’t care. The worst thing that can happen is people leave. And if I have to be fake in order for people to want to hang out with me, I think I will have a way better life being by myself.
Ya, that probably happened; although I can’t remember a specific time. I just received more praise for being the “good girl”, the “good daughter”. It was easy being the innocent, sweet, nice girl or the ditzy, funny girl.
The fear was never gone. My thought process had to do with what do I say to make so-and-so feel good. It was hardly, what do I want to say in reaction to what so-and-so just said.
Of course I made friends fast. Ditzy, fake, people-pleasers are so non-threatening. But these friendships tended to end fast.
These fears have been with me for so long. Might as well face them. I just have to sit with the fears and continue to be myself despite that. Scary, but worth it.