I bleed and injure like everyone else. There are days when my mind is clouded by self-doubt. Those are the days when the imposter syndrome starts to kick in. On these days in particular I question my worthiness to be where I am financially and professionally. After all, who am I – just a kid who grew up on welfare, got into trouble early, and had only a bunch of drug-addicted adults to look up to. Who am I to take on such big dreams? I experience emotions of both joy and sadness. I struggle sometimes. I don’t always have the motivation to do the things I need to do. There are moments that I question why I’m working so …
