freedom

blue sky and clouds

A couple of times I’ve been in relationships where, when they’ve ended, I’ve felt an incredible sense of freedom. And then I’ve realized that all along I have been somehow inauthentic – not fully myself – with the other person, usually in order to make them like me, or prevent them from disliking me. And when I can finally be myself again, the sense of coming home to my true essence feels like an overwhelming relief. Home is a place where I’m free to be me.

Are there relationships or situations where you’re inauthentic? Why and how do you fall into that habit?