Impostor Syndrome is taken so I’m not sure what to call this but
Yesterday night I had the yucky feeling that everyone in that bar, close friends included, had been removed from their bodies which were now filled by an almost identical but nefarious version of themselves. I was there too, looking at them from behind a telescope (like, really far away) and seeing myself have nongenuine interactions with them. They were microcosms that were deliberately deceptive in their interactions with me.
I also had the feeling that my skin didn’t fit right.
And that I’d lied to the doctor who gave me the ADHD diagnosis, fooling him into diagnosing me when in fact I’m fine.
I was also lying about the part where my friends were possessed by impostors. Whoa, lots of lying.
But today I put the pieces together, and it may seem obvious now but it took me a while
I’m the impostor? Like, that’s why my skin doesn’t fit. That’s why I’m lying all over the place. My friends are fine, they are not nefarious, but I am, and if they knew me, they wouldn’t like me. They only know me when I’m being normal and they think that’s who I really am. But that me is filled with trying to be normal and trying to be good. This is just me.
Except that I am trying. I’m trying to persuade people that I’m crazy (for attention) when in fact I’m fine.
I mentioned a low-key variation of this whole scenario to Sam a few years ago and Sam said that I’d have to be crazy to pretend to be crazy. I held onto that a bit but right now it just feels like, what does he know about manipulative narcissists anyway? He’s just some guy who doesn’t understand feelings.
I have to go to therapy but it sounds like there’s a hospital outside my apartment so I’m not sure I can leave because I’m not supposed to go back to the hospital. I have to be with Bunker.
I am not sure if I should share this with anyone. It’s super weird. Is it even true? But. I don’t want to be so alone. I want to start over except that I just did and I hate it.