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Imposter Syndrome: A Bump In The Night…
It’s 4 AM in the morning. I’ve been listlessly tossing and turning and fading in and out of fitful sleep for the duration of the night thus far. Like many Americans at this moment in our history, I have been thrust into a point of deep mental, physical, spiritual, emotional, and psychological quandary as a result of the current crisis ravaging our country and the entire world.
Like many, I have been forced to reinvent myself, to redesign my life and the means by which I will earn a living from the inside out in the aftermath of my illness. This has brought me into a series of head-on confrontations with the unknown. Along with facing new and uncertain prospects for my future, the sneaking poltergeist of my old nemesis Imposter Syndrome has crept in the back door, nagging me in the recesses of my mind during my waking hours and stealing precious sleep at night during the hours when my body should be resting and trying to restore itself.
But right now, it’s 4 AM in New York City and something has startled me out of another one of my bouts of fitful sleep. At my window, there’s a sharp, persistent scratching and clawing sound. What the heck? Is someone trying to break in?
My neighborhood of Brooklyn is spread out and residential with an almost-suburban feel. My room is on the first floor of a 19th-century house, overlooking the…
