I spent a lot of my life with the persona of being “nice” and “a good listener” and “adaptable” and “tolerant” and “flexible”. With women in my life, I was a people pleaser, the helper, the hero. Underneath that, at times, I was angry, judgmental, resentful and lacking the connection I craved. But this persona kept me feeling safe.
Fortunately it was also exhausting, kept me separate and required me to abandon myself.
Because the pain of inauthenticity grew to be so uncomfortable, …