It looks like saying yes when everything in you wants to say no. It's smiling through tears, pushing through exhaustion, and putting on the performance of a woman who has it all together while silently falling apart.
It starts subtly, in the choices that seem small: putting everyone else's needs ahead of your own, skipping the parts of your life that once brought joy, silencing your intuition because being agreeable feels safer than being real.
It builds slowly, woven into the patterns of perfectionism, people-pleasing, and the pressure to prove that you can do it all without falling apart. Until one day, you do.