I love your posts, Vikki! Glad you are back on here. It’s refreshing to read the posts from “real” people who are vulnerable and authentic. So many of us share these struggles with self confidence, motivation, and feeling “good enough.” Your voice is needed!
Thank you, Rachel, I’m so glad you said that! Sometimes it feels like we have to be so curated. I hope sharing what I struggle with helps others feel seen too x
Vikki, I have missed your voice so much. Truly. When you’re quiet for a bit, it’s felt.
The way you described “Tomorrow” never arriving — that landed deep. And the toaster moment? That’s burnout in its rawest, most honest form. So many of us have stood in a kitchen holding back tears over something small that was never really about the toast.
What broke my heart most was hearing your son echo those same thoughts. That fear of “have I passed this on?” is such a heavy one. But the way you handled it — unpicking it gently, helping him find the evidence, reminding him of who he is — that tells me everything. You are not creating the monster. You are teaching him how to face it.
And the fact that you hit SEND before the deadline? That’s courage. Even if your Imposter Monster is shouting, you’re still moving forward.
I’m really glad you shared this. You’re not alone in that No-Man’s-Land feeling. And your writing is far from pointless — it makes people feel seen.
I love your posts, Vikki! Glad you are back on here. It’s refreshing to read the posts from “real” people who are vulnerable and authentic. So many of us share these struggles with self confidence, motivation, and feeling “good enough.” Your voice is needed!
Thank you, Rachel, I’m so glad you said that! Sometimes it feels like we have to be so curated. I hope sharing what I struggle with helps others feel seen too x
Vikki, I have missed your voice so much. Truly. When you’re quiet for a bit, it’s felt.
The way you described “Tomorrow” never arriving — that landed deep. And the toaster moment? That’s burnout in its rawest, most honest form. So many of us have stood in a kitchen holding back tears over something small that was never really about the toast.
What broke my heart most was hearing your son echo those same thoughts. That fear of “have I passed this on?” is such a heavy one. But the way you handled it — unpicking it gently, helping him find the evidence, reminding him of who he is — that tells me everything. You are not creating the monster. You are teaching him how to face it.
And the fact that you hit SEND before the deadline? That’s courage. Even if your Imposter Monster is shouting, you’re still moving forward.
I’m really glad you shared this. You’re not alone in that No-Man’s-Land feeling. And your writing is far from pointless — it makes people feel seen.
So grateful you’re back 🤍
Thank you Anna, you're so sweet. I'm going to try and get back into Substack, I've definitely missed the wonderful community here