Amidst the pressure-cooker atmosphere of expectations, the fear of failure lingers like a shadow, casting doubt on my abilities. Some people label it imposter’s syndrome, but that would suggest I possess some level of talent or experience. I used to believe I have a modicum of it, but now, I struggle to find any validation. The remnants of any confidence I have left was trapped in a cage of anxiety, with its walls slowly closing in, threatening to crush whatever sliver of self-esteem.
