Sick to Bloody Death of Impostor Syndrome?

It was 2018 and I was in hell.

Hell in this case was a networking room filled with 99 other people…who were all competing against me and each other for a places on a prestigious talent scheme.

It’s the stuff a sadistic lunatic’s dreams are made of.

I had been here before — the exact same mixer the previous year. But I failed that time. I didn’t make it onto the scheme. I was also at least 20 years older than 98 of those people. So here I was, still the socially awkward previous reject trying yet again to get people to understand that I deserved this scheme.

Here’s what happened, and how it can help you with Impostor Syndrome.