Lonely in my abuse. Can you have imposter syndrome in your life?

Oh the irony, I recognised last night as I work through and process the horrific things which I struggled through for decades I feel more and more alone. Isolated in a sea of people who gratefully as far as I know have no such similar experience. Then this morning I go for my run select my random liked songs as I always do and look what popped up…

It’s a strange feeling and honestly I hate it. The stark difference between the path I have walked and those around me makes me feel out of place. Like I don’t belong. I feel like any minute now someone is going to figure out that I managed to blag my way past all that abuse and land here in this wonderful life. Can you have imposter syndrome in your life?

Better try get back to enjoying it while it last I guess.

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