Most of us don’t abandon ourselves in one fell swoop. We don’t slam the door and say, “That’s it—I’m done being me.” It rarely happens in a blaze of glory. Instead, it’s slow. Sneaky. Like your favorite sweater shrinking in the dryer until one day it just doesn’t fit anymore, and you can’t quite remember when it stopped being you...or maybe it’s the death-by-a-thousand-shoulds.