What is the hardest truth you had to accept?

That I wasn’t special. I was brought up by a mom who (apparently) thought that teaching her kids that they were special would make them feel better. I don’t know what effect it had on my siblings, but I spent a lot of time expecting people to like me for my imagined special qualities.

My relationships (and my life) improved a lot once I realized that it’s how you treat others that makes you worth knowing, not your specialness.