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As a child, I was abandoned by my mother. This left an indelible mark on my worthiness: if my own mother didn’t want me, what could I be worth? I lived with this subconscious belief clouding my life’s experiences for decades. Not that you would have known any of this if you’d met me back then. I hustled, doing great work behind the scenes, and made my bosses and colleagues look wonderful—as long as they didn’t notice me, I was happy. Or at least happy enough. It was in this energy and with these