90 • Impostor Syndrome

◇ MYKAELA ◇

I felt like a fraud. An inadequate and incompetent failure. A liar, basically.

Maybe some people I'd met actually thought I was an impostor. Nothing but a tryhard. Some days I just felt as if I were made to understand, but not to be understood. And lately I couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions redirecting the course of my thoughts practically every minute.

Nothing new, though. These past few years had been a constant battle with this mindset. This anxious brain. All this negativity.

But I knew I should feel grateful. Lucky. I should be thankful for a lot of things. Especially for this flawless human being in front of me.

Like me, he didn't look too dressed up or underdressed. Despite his schedule, Lorenzio took the time to arrange this romantic dinner after he wasted his entire day at our graduation ceremonies, looking adorable and proud as he cheered me on and took pictures of me and Mommy Tilda all over the place.

I sat back as the evening sun dipped below the cit