People describe you as "solid." "Reliable." "Disciplined." They have no idea that
underneath all of that, you're exhausted from performing a version of yourself that isn't
even you.
You say yes when you mean no. You suppress your opinion to keep the peace. You overwork to
earn approval you'll never feel. And underneath the performance, there's a simmering anger
you can't quite name. Often connected to a father who demanded everything and gave you no
room to be human.
You probably do not need more discipline. Not everything needs to be defeated; some things
need to be understood. What helps is practice — with someone who built the shell, lived
inside it for years, and then took it apart.