Imposter Syndrome is Real.

I’m at a pivotal point in my life—one where I’m both embracing and confronting the discomfort that comes with growth and change. And with that, self-doubt has started to creep in.

Imposter syndrome is rearing its ugly, two-faced head, whispering lies and casting shadows over my progress. But I’m not backing down. I’m staring it in the face and challenging every word it throws at me.

Is my story touching enough?
Have I experienced enough pain for others to truly connect with me?
Am I just one of many with a dream that starts strong but fizzles out under the weight of daily life and its endless demands?

I worry about derailing—about slowing to a halt and letting negativity press the brakes until I’m stuck in what’s familiar and safe.

These thoughts haunt me as I write. I wonder if my words are mature enough, compelling enough to hold your attention… to make you feel something. The question, “Am I good enough?” plays constantly in the background of my mind.

Can I really do this?
Am I strong enough?
Do I have the tenacity to fail, get back up, and keep going?
Am I willing to feel uncomfortable, to face fear, to ride the emotional rollercoaster all the way to where I dream of being?

So many questions…
But one answer.

Yes.

Yes, I can do all of that and more.
And here’s how I know:

My story is as strong as I believe it to be.
If I trust in my purpose, nothing can stop me—as long as I believe.

Yes, my struggles have been real and painful.
Yes, they are mine.
No one else gets to narrate my story, define my pain, or dismiss my victories.

My experiences are valid—whether or not someone else relates to them.
Am I unique enough? Yes.
There is only one version of me, and I won’t let anyone else’s light dim my own.

Yes, there are many powerful women doing what I aspire to do, with stories that may echo mine. But that doesn’t take anything away from me. These women are not competition—they are inspiration. They may intimidate me at times, but I know in my heart we share the same mission: to uplift, empower, and lead by being real.

Sometimes I look at the thought leaders I admire and feel nervous that I’ll never measure up. I catch myself focusing on everything I’m not—instead of everything I am.

But I have been through so much.
I keep getting back up.
I keep showing up.
I keep smiling.
I keep trying.

This commitment to living a purposeful life will take me places I never thought possible. I may not be who I dream of becoming—yet. But I will be.

Every day, I face what’s in front of me with courage.
I’ve built a business from the ground up—by myself. No formal training. No outside financial support. And yet, I still don’t give myself the credit I deserve.

The imposter voice is loud here too. It taunts me about money. About not reaching a point where I feel financially secure. It pokes at one of my deepest fears—formed early in life—that financial stability could disappear at any moment.

Even though I pay my bills, own my home, and take care of what matters, it still feels like I’ve never “made it.” Like I’m somehow still not enough.

This theme of financial insecurity shows up constantly in my writing.
But here’s the truth: it hasn’t been enough… yet.
But I now see where I’m headed. I see the purpose that will create the stability I crave—not just for me, but for my family.

How blessed am I to know what I’m called to do?
To have the chance to provide, to uplift, and to help heal others through the gift I’ve been given?

So yes, the imposter is still here.
But maybe that little shit is also helping in its own way—keeping me humble, grounding me, reminding me to stay patient, focused, and purposeful.

So thank you, imposter. You’ve served a purpose.

But you are not welcome to stay.

With love,
Alana