A fear that teachers or colleagues will realise you have no real grasp on the work. A snake of insecurity that means you can't comprehend how you deserve to be part of a friendship circle. A shiver of apprehension every time you have to present something because of a belief that your ideas or results can’t possibly be enough. Or – as in my case – a cold, constant voice in the back of your head telling you that you are not really a writer, that you’ve been fooling everyone and one day they’ll turn on you because of it. Oh yes, it’s time to talk Impostor Syndrome.
Like so many love stories, this one begins with two strangers meeting on a Saturday night in an overcrowded bar and ending with regrets. Or rather, like so many modern undefined-relationship stories, this one actually begins with two people with mutual Facebook friends meeting IRL and ending via Whatsapp. Oh yes, here we go: the non-relationship.