Imposter syndrome—the sneaky bitch

Imposter syndrome snuck up on me like a fox.

A new job meant a happy, comfortable life. Yet, I felt as if I didn’t deserve it. Like I was pretending to know what I was doing, and actually wasn’t as good as I thought. I really thought, and still think, “I don’t deserve this.”

Here’s the thing, no one knows what they are doing. Doctors, managers, sales—we’re all just pretending we have some idea. Nothing comes with a manual, and you can’t fuck it up—because there is no fucking it up.

But who fucking believes that kind of shit?! How the fuck is the world functioning with everyone pretending? If there’s no way to do it wrong, how is there any way to do anything right?

I logically know that I am qualified, that I belong, and that I constantly undersell myself. But imposter syndrome is a bitch. Hopefully I’ll be done clubbing her to death soon.