I’ve been bullied, depressed, suffered from PTSD, and lost loved ones to suicide.
I come from a broken home and a family of farmers, miners, and women who held families together. I’ve battled with agoraphobia, body image issues, and stress.
For years I had no idea what the hell I wanted to be or what I wanted to — or could — do. Hell, at times I’ve changes jobs like I change underpants (being a contractor helps!).
Personally, it’s taken me years of study, counselling, self-reflection, stuffing up and making mistakes, learning from them, winning, failing … and repeating all the above.
I’ve been a successful project manager, consultant and ran by own business. I’ve ran my blog for going on 8 years now, and I’ve changed careers 3 times at least. And mostly I’ve taught myself everything I know. I’m an information junky and my brain sucks it up like a sponge (I just wish it would retain all of it!), so I never stop reading, researching, and sometimes doing.
As I tell my psychologist — because I have one and I’m not ashamed — I can be the worlds BEST student (aside from the grades) …. BUT …
I still have moments of imposter syndrome, of guilt, of fear.
And this is the thing that holds me back.
The thing that I have come to realise is that ALL of us have these moments. It’s just how we react to them that differs.
It’s all a matter of choice.
Do we stick our head in the sand or run for the hills? Do we rise above? Or do we feel the fear and do it anyway?