Imposter I used to have a hat. It was beautiful with a dashing brim made of the softest emerald felt the colour of spring moss with a feather that swooped. I swished a cape around me it was green like midnight forests and the velvet stroked my back. It fastened at my throat with […]
100 words – imposter syndrome
I cannot diagnose myself with imposter syndrome, because, in doing so, I would admit that I have, in fact, reach the criteria even if I can’t shift the sneaky sensation that I’ve misunderstood the vary nature of what we’re doing here. The reality is that if I say ‘that’s me, I have that thing where […]
I’m not an expert, but here’s what I know about imposter syndrome
Here’s what happens to me: I have a perfectly lovely chat with someone I like very much. There may be laughter and understanding. Then I hear something. It’s not my friend, it’s another voice. That voice says things like ‘she’s only saying that to be polite’ or ‘she doesn’t really think that it’s just you’re […]