I learned about it a few days ago when I called the local crisis hotline-- the counselor I spoke with was listening to my fears about work, my love life, friendship, my future, and she asked me if I'd ever heard of it. I had no idea what she was talking about until she explained it to me, and it was absolutely terrifying because it sounds 100% like my life. When you have Imposter Syndrome, you feel like a fraud, like nothing good that has happened to you has been the result of your own achievements. Like you can't be yourself around anyone because the real you is not good enough. That's me. I think about everything I've done-- moving out here on my own, getting promoted, buying a place of my own, etc.-- and even when my parents say they are proud of me, my only response is "Meh." I feel like it wasn't my doing-- I've been lucky, I've known the right people, I've had help. It wasn't me. I feel like a total failure, like I'm hiding a shameful secret and that it's only a matter of time before my mask slips off and everyone learns the truth. And I am wearing a mask of a sort, because I know people won't really like me if they actually get to know me. Looking back, eople have given me their numbers and offered to meet up outside of school and work, and I've taken them but have never followed through because of my intense fear that a) they really didn't mean what they said and/or b) that they would turn and run away once they met the real me. Because I really fear that the real me is a horrific creature that has to be locked up behind a facade. Im going to talk with my counselor about this-- we met today and honestly, we had something else on the agenda that needed talked about. But this will be the next issue we discuss. Does anyone else deal with this on a daily basis? If so, what's worked for you in combating it?
Like so many others, I have a laundry list of complaints. I guess what’s really frustrating is that, though I have so many answers, I don’t seem to have the right ones. One of my biggest problems is that I have no one to talk to, no one who can listen or hold the space. My therapist couldn’t meet with me again this week, one of my few cherished sources of emotional support. But even with...
so i just recently moved back into my moms house, i am 17 but i moved out for a couple weeks cuz i am being verbally abused but its hard being back. I cant text my bf my phone is taken away and im stuck. i just feel trapped. like im stuck in this never ending spiral of shit