The Performance Trap

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There was a time in my life when I could walk into any room and become whoever I thought was expected. It wasn’t confidence. It was performance.

At work, I was capable and composed. At home, I was agreeable and accommodating. In friendships, I was endlessly available. I learned early that if I could anticipate what people needed, I could stay safe. I could be liked. I could belong.

It didn’t start as pretending. It started as survival.

Somewhere along the way, I picked up the idea that the surest way to earn acceptance was to disappear inside other people’s comfort. I became fluent in tone, timing, and tension. I knew how to adjust myself to fit the energy in the room. I called it empathy, and sometimes it was. But often, it was self-erasure dressed up as care.

The truth is, I was afraid.

I was afraid of being misunderstood. I was afraid of disappointing people. I was afraid of being called selfish or ungrateful. Those fears taught me to say yes when I wanted to say no, to smooth conflict instead of speak truth, to stay quiet when something didn’t feel right.

Fear taught me how to perform.

And like most performances, it worked. I was seen as reliable, thoughtful, easy to work with. People trusted me with their problems, their projects, their emotions. I…