Why pleasing others can leave you feeling invisible

Some people lose themselves quietly.

Not through crisis. Not through rebellion.

But through nodding too often, smiling at the wrong time, saying yes when their gut whispered no.

There’s a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from doing too much, it comes from being too much for too many.

And when you’ve spent enough time being the accommodating one, the agreeable one, the easy one, something strange happens: your reflection becomes unfamiliar.

Not because your face has changed, but because you can no longer trace the outline of who you are beneath all the performances.

I used to think I was kind. Thoughtful. Good.

But looking back, I wonder if I confused kindness with compliance, thoughtfulness with self-erasure, goodness with the quiet art of disappearing on cue.

It creeps in slowly.

You start offering to take on more at work, not because you want to, but because you don’t want to let anyone down.

You laugh at jokes that make you feel small.

You tolerate being talked over, corrected, dismissed, because standing up for yourself feels too sharp. Too confrontational. Too… selfish?

That’s the twist.

When you’re too focused on pleasing others, your own boundaries start to feel like betrayals. 

The simple act of saying “I don’t want to” comes with a guilt hangover that lingers for hours. 

Maybe days. Maybe years.

In psychology, there’s a term—fawning response.

It’s a lesser-known cousin to fight, flight, and freeze.

Fawning is what happens when we learn that the safest way to exist is to appease.

We scan the room for disapproval before it’s voiced. We soften our language to avoid conflict. We become fluent in the emotional weather of others but illiterate in our own.

It’s subtle. You might be praised for being “so helpful,” “so understanding,” “so easy to work with.”

You wear those compliments like armor.

But deep down, you know something’s off.

You’re rarely asked, “What do you need?”

And when you are, you don’t know how to answer.

In Buddhism, there’s a teaching about the middle way—not clinging, not rejecting.

Just presence. Just being.

But people-pleasing is all clinging. We cling to acceptance. To approval. To the illusion of peace.

We think we’re creating harmony, but really, we’re avoiding the sacred tension that comes from standing in our truth.

We’re told, especially in certain cultures or family systems, that good people sacrifice.

That love is proven through what you give up. That relationships are measured by how much discomfort you can endure without speaking up.

And so we fold ourselves into roles.

The dependable daughter. The agreeable partner. The overachieving employee.

We become excellent at being what others need and terrible at recognizing our own unmet needs.

And what’s worse, we start believing this is our nature.

That this chronic self-abandonment is just who we are.

But identity isn’t fixed. It’s shaped.

And when your identity is shaped primarily by how others respond to you, you’re not living, you’re performing.

There’s a passage in Thich Nhat Hanh’s writing where he says, “To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself.”

It sounds simple. But for someone who’s spent their life over-functioning for love, acceptance can feel like a foreign country.

I remember once being told, “You’re too sensitive” after expressing hurt. I shrunk. Thought I’d done something wrong by feeling too deeply.

Later I realized: that was my first instinct toward setting a boundary.

And it was met not with understanding, but with dismissal.

That’s the danger. When we start to express ourselves and are met with resistance or ridicule, we learn to silence those parts.

Social media doesn’t help.

There’s a trend cycle of “setting boundaries” advice now that feels more like branding than healing.

Quick scripts. Sassy comebacks. Cut them off. Block them. Glow up.

It sells a version of self-respect that’s loud, bold, and unshakeable.

But for the chronic people-pleaser, real boundaries are quieter.

They’re trembled out. Shaky at first. Not declarations, but questions: Is this okay? Do I get to say no?

And here’s the contradiction that no one tells you—setting boundaries will not make you feel strong at first.

It will make you feel rude. Disloyal. Wrong.

You will doubt yourself. You will want to apologize. You might.

But still—do it.

Because boundaries aren’t walls. They’re thresholds.

They don’t push people away; they teach people how to come close in ways that don’t cost you your peace.

And if someone can’t meet you there—at that threshold of mutual respect—then maybe the relationship was never as safe as you thought.

There’s no final clarity in all this. No neatly wrapped conclusion.

Just an invitation to pay attention.

To notice when your yes feels heavy. To feel the tightness in your throat before you smile. To recognize the difference between being kind and being compliant.

And maybe that’s enough.

Not a loud declaration of boundaries. Not a rejection of everyone who’s ever taken too much. 

Just a quiet reorientation.

A return to yourself.

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Lachlan Brown

I’m Lachlan Brown, the founder, and editor of Hack Spirit. I love writing practical articles that help others live a mindful and better life. I have a graduate degree in Psychology and I’ve spent the last 15 years reading and studying all I can about human psychology and practical ways to hack our mindsets. Check out my latest book on the Hidden Secrets of Buddhism and How it Saved My Life. If you want to get in touch with me, hit me up on Facebook or Twitter.

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