I was constantly worried about pleasing others. Especially my parents when I was younger. Everything I did was to please others and not disappoint them. Anxiety lead to physical ailments (stomach ulcers and headaches) and I would miss school due to it. Even with previous suicide attempts, I felt I was an disappointment to others. Living didn’t matter because I lived for others. Only as I’ve learned how to make myself an priority did I let go of caring what others think of me. I live now for myself and not on the expectations of others.