PSYCHOLOGY

A Letter to my Imposter Syndrome

Get outta here and don’t come back!

To the voice in my head that doesn’t believe in me,

Yes, I am talking to you. You right there in my brain. I’m not the phony here. You are! Get the hell out of my brain and take your pessimistic outlook with you.

Every day I wonder if I’m making the right decision. Can I actually be a writer? Logically, I tell myself yes. I already am. I have clients that I work with who value my work. They’ve written me glowing reviews and I’ve even been published in small literary magazines a number of times.

Still, I keep second-guessing my career decision lately.

I’m not making enough to cover all my expenses yet. And somewhere the doubt creeps into my brain and I think about throwing it all away. Tomorrow, I could go back to some comfy customer service job where I answer emails and phone calls about products I don’t care about. Forget my degree. Forget my clients. Forget my website. I’ll just ghost myself and start a new simple life.

But I don’t want to do that.

So why do I keep thinking about packing my bags and quitting?