English
PANEL 1:
CAPTION: Success
PANEL 2:
— YES!
PANEL 3:
CAPTION: My Success
PANEL 4:
… It was all luck!
… What if people figure out I’m a fraud?
… The pressure.
… Why, god, why?
… I’m so fucked.
… How can I possibly live up to people’s expectations now?
… I can’t top that.
… It’s over.
… Doom.
… It’s all failure from now on.
CAPTION: Success
PANEL 2:
— YES!
PANEL 3:
CAPTION: My Success
PANEL 4:
… It was all luck!
… What if people figure out I’m a fraud?
… The pressure.
… Why, god, why?
… I’m so fucked.
… How can I possibly live up to people’s expectations now?
… I can’t top that.
… It’s over.
… Doom.
… It’s all failure from now on.
Svenska
PANEL 1:
Succé
PANEL 2:
Ja!
PANEL 3:
Min succé
PANEL 4:
… Det var bara tur! Tänk om folk listar ut att jag är en bluff?
… Pressen!
… Å gud, varför?
… Jag är så körd.
… Hur kan jag möjligtvis leva upp till folks förväntningar nu?
… Jag kan inte toppa det där. Det är över.
… Dom
… Det är bara misslyckande från och med nu.
(Translation by Canis Lupus)
Succé
PANEL 2:
Ja!
PANEL 3:
Min succé
PANEL 4:
… Det var bara tur! Tänk om folk listar ut att jag är en bluff?
… Pressen!
… Å gud, varför?
… Jag är så körd.
… Hur kan jag möjligtvis leva upp till folks förväntningar nu?
… Jag kan inte toppa det där. Det är över.
… Dom
… Det är bara misslyckande från och med nu.
(Translation by Canis Lupus)
…
I’m speechless. This is every day for me. Any failure, any success, same results; same line of thinking. Screw up? “Oh god I’m a @#$$-up!” Do well? “Yeah, it’s just blind luck” or “Yeah, it still doesn’t make up for my failures” or whatever.
Ugh.
So true! I would like to let myself enjoy a success just for once without trying to reason why I shouldn’t be happy.
I can’t even describe how much this resonates with me.
thank you.
“The impostor syndrome”. Even after finishing a PhD degree… Against many odds… I continuously question whether I am actually getting away with “it” (everything).
And then if you try to tell someone you feel this way? “You succeeded! How can that be a bad thing?” The thing I hate most about my anxiety/depression is the constant need to explain or even defend my feelings to other people.
10 http://t.co/lOqcRFnZvn via @depressioncomix
http://t.co/MWbhCOCPPq Imposter syndrome to a tee.
Skateboarding comes a lot of trial and error but landing something perfect is never satisfying or good enough which makes it hard for me to enjoy my favorite hobby. Something I used to love I now can never enjoy
10 https://t.co/fxvm68x2fz via @depressioncomix
I have been working at the same place for 8 years now. It is the longest I have worked at one place. Even though I get good performance reviews and my boss is happy with my work, I still go in to work most mornings so worried it makes me nauseous. All I can think about on the way in is that today is the day they finally realize I have no idea what I am doing and fire me. I don’t keep any personal items in my cubicle so that it will be easier to clear everything out when they finally realize what a fuck-up I am.
This is an incredible depiction of how I feel. I’ve always been good at whatever I do but it doesn’t feel genuine. A lot of my job now, I’m learning as I go. I feel like I’m always figuring something out just in time. What happens when I don’t figure out what I’m doing in time? Will it cost $70,000 or $120,000 or $400,000 or $700,000?