It’s not your job, you know, to make other people pleased. 

It’s not your job, you know, to fix their perception of you.

It’s not your job, you know, to try to change their experience, or make their experience a more pleasant one.

It’s not your job, you know, to figure out what they need. 

It’s not your job, you know, to meet their needs.

It’s not your job, you know, to fix their sadness, worry, grief or despair. 

It’s not your job, you know, to make their life easier. 

None of this lies on you, my dear. 

You can stop trying to do it all now. You are free to let go of that heavy burden you picked up so long ago.

You can listen.

You can understand.

You can empathize.

You can reflect what they’re saying back to them.

You can hold space for what they’re feeling and experiencing without trying to fix anything.

You can sit in that discomfort with them.

You can sit in that scary place with them.

You can hold them. 

You can love them in this way. 

You can let go of loving them in ways that drain your soul, that no human has the capacity to sustain, that crosses the line of where your responsibility ends, and theirs begins. 

You can learn to love in a new way.