We all make sacrifices. Some make them for family, some for themselves, and some for others.
Deep down sacrifices determine who we are and who we become. When we sacrifice for people, we gain love and empathy toward them, and we understand their experiences better.
Sometimes our sacrifice is less of a sacrifice and more of a lobotomy.
We aren’t doing it for benefit, we’re doing it because someone expects it of us, or we don’t know another way to move forward.
And we complain and become bitter. We’re no longer the person we thought we were, or the person our dear ones deserve.
When we find ourselves less enthused about the sacrifice, it may be time to poke our heads up, self-evaluate and ask:
Am I sacrificing of self-lobotomizing?