For the longest time I rejected having impostor syndrome. But during holidays I recognize it.
The thoughts rise up from the little things. For example, as I watch my Mastodon instance that has almost 1000 users or look at other achievements I've made, I ask myself: what if that sucks, how can this be good, why do they like this, what the...?
It's impossible for my brain to understand that I can succeed and do great things. I wonder why that is... those years in therapy were clearly not enough. I'm still on a journey.
