No One Knows What They’re Doing, and I Mean No One

Hello young adults and teens dealing with mental illness, how are you doing today?

As I creep further into adulthood, I, like most people, get more confused and overwhelmed. I can’t think of my five year plan or I have a panic attack—but I always find myself saying “why didn’t anyone tell me about this?”

That’s the whole reason I made Dead Parents Club—to talk about the things no one told me about.

No one told me everyone is just pretending to be a grown up. None of us ever really feel like we belong or are doing things right. There’s no plan, and even if you have a plan, life probably won’t follow your plan.

A lot of life is faking it. Faking that you know what you’re doing—following your gut. We get so caught up in faking it that we forget that everyone else is faking it too, we’re stupid like that.

Some of the struggle to see oneself as an adult can stem from trauma—it’s hard to get out of that victimized kid mentality. Honestly, I spend most days just reminding myself that I am in fact a capable adult who does actually know things. I am, for a fact, not the little girl who was molested. Now, I’m an adult woman who carries a knife and pepper spray who doesn’t mind letting her loud mouth fly free. It’s interesting how we change, but yet stay the same—somehow, that scared little girl is still in there.

So if you feel like you too are faking it, it’s okay. Imposter syndrome is a cunt and all of us seem to know her. Maybe we should offer her a drink.