The sounds of the engines seemed to taunt her, a constant reminder of the vast knowledge she still lacked as the ship’s chief engineer. Imposter syndrome, that insidious foe, had taken root in her mind, steadily gnawing at her self-confidence with each passing day.
One day, amidst her routine engineering duties, the anxiety that had been brewing reached a boiling point. Jhalae found her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn’t be sure at the moment but it felt as if it would break through her chest. Abandoning her tools, she quickly made her way through the ship’s corridors, her thoughts were all over the place.

She approached the counselor’s office, a place she never envisioned needing to visit again. Breathless she pounded on it relentlessly. “Counselor! Are you in? I need to talk to you!” Her voice echoed with a desperation she hadn’t anticipated, revealing the depth of her turmoil.

Ynuchausti, CE