When Making Others Happy Is Making You Miserable

How to Break the Pattern of People-Pleasing and Confidently Live Your Life

Karen Ehman

• Publisher: Zondervan
• Year: 2021
• ISBN:
  9780310347590
• Topic: Theology & Religion
• Subtopic: Religion

Are you overwhelmed by others' unrealistic expectations of you? Do you feel torn in dozens of directions as you try to make everyone around you happy? If you're ready to end the cycle of approval seeking, New York Times bestselling author and recovering people pleaser Karen Ehman is here to help!

When Making Others Happy Is Making You Miserable shares the refreshing, heartfelt lessons that Karen learned firsthand during her own journey of breaking free from people pleasing in order to live out her God-given purpose. Let Karen be your new go-to guide as you learn to successfully break the destructive pattern of people pleasing and start fully embracing the life God has called you to lead.

With equal parts humor and vulnerability, Karen explores why it's so easy to fall into people-pleasing behaviors and reminds us that we can't fulfill our divine purpose if we're too busy living everyone else's. She offers her timely advice for living with less overwhelm and with more peace and purpose, sharing words of wisdom that will help you:

• Prioritize what God says above what other people think
• Live your life without worrying about the opinions and expectations of others
• Cultivate a strategy for knowing when to say yes and how to say no
• Create and maintain healthy boundaries with the pushers, pouters, guilt bombers and others who try to call the shots inyour life
• Learn to navigate the tension between pleasing God and loving your community

Join Karen as she encourages you to walk closely--and confidently--with our loving Creator, despite the opinions and expectations of others. It's time to end the people-pleasing game and finally enjoy the peaceful and purposeful life that you deserve.

Chapter 1

The Prison of People Pleasing

Spotted on a sweatshirt:

“You can’t please everyone. You’re not pizza.”

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.

—GALATIANS 1:10

I grabbed a handful of tissues and dashed out the sliding glass door that leads to our back deck. It was a muggy, Midwest afternoon in late May. My body would have much rather been inside in the frosty air conditioning, however my mind desperately needed to escape. To somewhere. Anywhere. And since my son was using my vehicle to go to work that day, I couldn’t go very far.

I plopped myself down in a lawn chair at the wooded portion of our back property near our fire pit. I’d sat in that bright blue chair through hundreds of baseball games, cheering my sons on as they were stepping up to the plate to bat or perched on pitcher’s mound ready to hurl a curveball. Perhaps now I could cheer myself up. But I doubted it. Nothing about my situation—or my near future—looked even remotely cheery to me.

My best friend from college and I had just wrapped up a phone call. We’ve been in each other’s lives for over a quarter century, and she continually has my best interests at heart. A chat with her is a delight in my day, a major pick-me-up. In fact, once we finish, I’ll hang up and think, Man. Talking to her is almost better than church. We’ve processed life together since we were both teenagers. We’ve prayed for each other’s marriages, shared our mothering mishaps, and navigated how best to help our aging parents. We offer each other encouragement and advice or simply listen to the other share something trivial, laughing while on speaker phone as we each frantically try to get supper on the table.

But this phone call was different. Although my friend didn’t know it, when we ended the call, I wasn’t feeling cheered-up or churched-up at all. I was feeling utterly defeated and emotionally exhausted. Oh, it wasn’t something she’d said that sent me to this dismal place. Not at all. Well, then what had sent me over the edge, threatening to drain the happiness from my heart and send fretfulness filling my soul? It was something I had done dozens . . . maybe hundreds . . . oh come on let’s be honest, probably thousands of times . . .

I had said yes.

Our family had moved to a tiny town just outside Lansing, capital of my home state of Michigan. Her college-aged son was in the process of interviewing for a summer internship at an organization in the city. She’d called to inform me that he’d just accepted a position and would soon be working just down the interstate, about fifteen minutes from our new home. The job description fit him to a T, and he was pumped about starting soon.

However, this job was going to require more than an hour commute each way from his home near Detroit. Most days it wouldn’t be a problem, as he’d be working a typical nine-to-five-ish day. However, some days he would be responsible for staying late and closing up, getting home near midnight—yet he would still need to be up for work at o’dark o’clock the next morning. Knowing this would be the occasional situation for him—maybe a day or two a week—she asked if he could spend the night with us on those nights, sleeping in our guestroom.

Now, this guy was no trouble at all. We’ve known him his entire life. He was loads of fun, utterly respectful, and kind. So, who he was had exactly zero to do with a little conversation that commenced inside my mind. This convo was between “outward” me and “inward” me. It is a discussion that my brain has hosted gazillions of times. Here’s how it went that day:

Inward me: Oh no. I’m not sure about this. I think we have too much going on this summer to have an overnight guest stay a couple days each week. I should say no.

Outward me: But if you say no, you’ll disappoint your friend who is just wanting a little help for her son.

Inward me: I know, but it just doesn’t feel right. I have so much on my plate both at home and in my ministry. I should say no.

Outward me: But if you say no, you’re also going to let down your friend’s son as well. That is two people you will disappoint. Besides, he’s such a great guy. You should help him out. He won’t be any trouble at all.

Inward me: I know how I am. I’ll want to make sure his room has clean sheets and fresh towels and I’ll stay up at night until he gets here and make him something to eat before he goes to bed. Although I usually love being hospitable, this is going to stress me right out.

Outward me: Oh, come on! You are the master multitasker. You can juggle a myriad of things at once. This one little addition won’t be a big deal. Just shuffle some things around on that big ole’ plate of yours. You can make it all fit.

Inward me: Oh dear. My mind is starting to race and my heart’s beating faster. I’m still dealing with the death of my dad. And my stepmom, mother-in-law, and mother—who are all getting up there in age—sometimes need my help. And we have a new house that we still are remodeling. In fact, the guest room is piled high with wood planks for the new floors that won’t get installed for weeks. And I’m a brand-new mother-in-law. I need to carve out time to spend with my new daughter. Oh, and I almost forgot! A family friend just texted a few days ago to ask if they can stay at our house some weekends to help jump-start a new career as a personal shopper by picking up some clients in the city. I’d already answered yes to that request. Oh, what was I thinking? How am I ever going to manage all of this?

Outward me: Girlfriend, chill out! You can totally handle it. What you cannot handle is failing to accommodate your friend. That will feel way worse than being stressed. Now listen, you have a choice: It’s either disappoint her or slightly inconvenience yourself. You know the right answer. Just say yes.

Inward me: I shouldn’t.

Outward me: You must.

Inward me: I really shouldn’t.

Outward me: Oh, but you must.

Inward me: No, I’m pretty certain I shouldn’t.

Outward me: Oh, stopping kidding yourself, you know that you will!

And then outward me opened wide her big mouth, and let out a resounding, “Sure. No problem!”

Meanwhile, inwardly, my spirit deflated just as quickly as my stress level skyrocketed. And so I ended the call, mumbling something about needing to switch over the laundry. Instead, I left the laundry untouched, reached for some antacids to remedy my ever-growing ulcer, and headed outside to BAWL. MY. FREAKIN’. EYES. OUT.

How Did I Get Here?

Few people are completely immune from people pleasing. The majority of us have said something we didn’t really mean, just because we didn’t want to hurt someone else’s feelings. You know, when your friend asked you what you thought of her new trendy, neon-blue jumpsuit that she was simply crazy about, but that you thought was about two sizes too small and made her look like an overstuffed Smurf? Inwardly you may have thought it was closer to awful than awesome, but you summoned a smile and out of your mouth tumbled a counterfeit compliment, “Wow! It looks so great!”

Why do we say things we don’t really mean? It isn’t limited to our desire to avoid hurting someone’s feelings. On many occasions, it is wound up in our longing to be liked. Who among us, if we were still in high school and faced with a choice between being an outstanding athlete yet having zero friends or an utter klutz on the field but the recipient of the homecoming crown, would go for the star-athlete status? (Excuse me please while I straighten my tiara.)

Most of us have adopted the practice of saying or doing that which placates others in order to keep conflict at bay. Or we may not speak honestly due to a suspicion that we might be challenged. And how about this one? We simply don’t feel like being bothered right now and, if we just agree with them, maybe they will go delightfully away.

All legit reasons, for sure. However, sometimes it goes much deeper.

We might fib just a tad to a superior at work so that they will have a favorable view of us—especially if our potential rise in the company is something on which they have input. Or maybe it is birthed out of earnest sympathy. When someone has experienced repeated disappointments or walked through a dire tragedy, to avoid adding to their sadness, we don’t say anything that might upset them. Perhaps the most serious scenario is this: someone caught in a domestic abuse situation. Such an individual will say what their abuser wants to hear, regardless of what they really think or feel. They cannot risk upsetting the abusive person, so they take the brunt of their anger.¹

When you drill down to unearth the causes of people pleasing, you discover that it isn’t just the response of the person we’re hoping to make happy that causes us to give in and placate. For some of us, it is a result of how we are hardwired—a product of our particular personality. Although I won’t go deep into specific personality tests and theories since there are oodles of great works available (see my favorites in the resource section), I do think some commonalities exist when it comes to the type of person who is in danger of becoming addicted to the approval of others.

She may be the helpful sort, with kindness in her heart and the most patient of personalities. She truly enjoys assisting others. It’s second nature for such a woman to step over a line and help beyond what is healthy or needful.

Another category of persons that may make themselves quite miserable while making others happy are the overachievers among us. Being universally liked and admired can seem like an accomplishment that we—yes, I am talking in plural here because I am 100 percent this type—simply must achieve.

Let’s not leave out the perfectionists. These people can feel the tug toward appeasing and satisfying others because they view doing so as the right thing to do. They can rack up a long streak of making others smile without ever missing a beat.

And while we’re at it, let’s toss all the peacemakers into the mix. (Gently now, for they are sensitive and tenderhearted souls.) Peacemakers can’t bear to see anyone upset. They hate the feeling of conflict or the unease of tension hanging in the air. If saying something they really don’t mean—or doing something they really don’t want to do—will help to keep the peace and pacify someone else, then that is how they’ll roll.

Though our reasons and our personalities may vary, there is one universal result that we see from our constant stream of yeses. It is this: trying to make (or keep) others happy often results in making us miserable.

You know the feeling. You said yes to the responsibility, agreed to the task, feigned excitement when you really felt dread, and now your mind races with regret and wishes it could rewind time, going back to the day when your lips said yes when they should have uttered a big fat no! But would revisiting the situation, with a chance for a do-over, really make any difference? After all, you’ve grown so accustomed to pleasing others that you’ve stitched a perpetual pattern of pleasing into the very fabric of your life. Smile and say yes when you’d rather say no; totally agree when what you really believe is quite the opposite. Don’t ruffle feathers. Don’t make them drop their smile. Behave as they desire, regardless of what you really want—or even what you desperately need.

The Longing to Be Liked

The gymnasium at the big brick elementary school in my neighborhood was the site of many activities. We not only marched there for Friday afternoon physical education class, it doubled as our school cafeteria and tripled as our auditorium. (It should have been dubbed the “caf-e-gym-a-torium!”) One day I might be up against the wall hoping to get picked early for a dodgeball team. Another day, I might be standing on a riser, singing alongside classmates at a school Christmas concert or spring recital. But most often, it was the place where I munched on my lunch five times a week.

Who among us doesn’t remember standing nervously with our lunch tray scanning the room for a place to sit? Such a mental flashback can still stir a sense of anxiety. There’s no greater setup for a feeling of rejection or, at the very least, a sense of loneliness. But I didn’t fret about sitting alone because I had a secret weapon in my back pocket. Well actually, she was behind the serving table, scooping up mashed potatoes and gravy with a smile. It was my mother, the beloved Delta Center Elementary School lunch lady.

In the cafeteria, if I wanted to win fri...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Copyright
• Contents
• Foreword by Lysa TerKeurst
• Chapter 1: The Prison of People Pleasing
• Chapter 2: What (Or Actually Who) Are We Afraid Of?
• Chapter 3: Pushers, Pouters, Guilt Bombers, and Others Who Try to Call the Shots
• Chapter 4: Well, to Be Honest with You
• Chapter 5: What Digital Is Doing to Us
• Chapter 6: How to Be in the “No”
• Chapter 7: It’s Not about You (But Sometimes It Should Be)
• Chapter 8: The Juggle Is Real
• Chapter 9: It All Comes Down to You and Jesus
• Acknowledgments
• Resources
• Seven “Stop It!” Statements for People Pleasers
• Truth Bombs for Memorization
• Notes