Once a Year

Apparently, I only like to post once a year. I don't know if this problem is due to the fact that I chronically forget my password or that I am not a diligent writer on the computer. I write in my journal every day. For a few years, I wasn't writing at all. I like to think that I was just living.
I had just had my first child and I was navigating a mind field of activities for Henry. He had to be seen at the heart specialist, hearing specialist, and every other specialists who lived either forty miles away or three hours away. Henry had visits from his speech, physical and occupational therapists twice a week. Needless, to say we were very busy.  We are still busy, as we still have most of these responsibilities and/or these blessings.

Anyway, this post is not about my child and now children. It's about my issues. I am struggling with imposter syndrome. It was worse in the past but I still struggle with feelings of inadequacy. Self-esteem issues are so hard to live with on a daily bases.
 I have chosen to just always be honest with myself, because in the end I am the only person that matters. In this matter at least. I feel that if I am honest with myself then I am not worrying what others think about me, mostly.