I used to be the “nice one.”
Always saying yes.
Always avoiding conflict.
Always trying to please everyone—even when it crushed me inside.

But here’s the truth:
Being “nice” came at a cost.
I wasn’t being kind—I was being afraid.
Afraid of rejection. Afraid of being disliked.
So I gave, and gave, and gave…
Until there was nothing left for myself.

Not anymore.

No more pretending to be okay with things that hurt.
No more silencing my voice to make others comfortable.
No more guilt for putting myself first.

Being kind is good.
But being real is better.
So if standing up for myself makes me the “bad guy” in someone’s story…
Then so be it.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.
I’d rather be honest than liked.