When did you realize you were living for someone else’s expectations instead of your own?

I think a lot of us grow up trying to meet the expectations of our families, society, or even just the version of ourselves we thought we should be.
Sometimes it’s obvious, but other times it hits you in a quiet, unexpected moment — like when you realize you don’t even know if you want the things you’re working so hard for.

I’m curious:
Was there a specific moment, event, or feeling that made you realize you were living for someone else's approval or standards instead of your own dreams?
And if you’ve made changes since then, how did you start reclaiming your own path?

Would love to hear your experiences