Undeserved success against the looming shadows of my past.

Right now, I am in Boston for a conference and I definitely don't feel good enough.
I'm a speaker, and this event should be a wonderful moment of celebration. Except, I spent most of my first day here crying. I cried in the conference bathroom, I cried by the front entrance, I cried in my Lyft when leaving early, I cried in my hotel room, I cried at the Harvard Book Store, and I cried at the ramen shop a block over.

I'm ashamed to be writing these lines, but I also know that I can't keep up the veneer of fake glamour. Many of you following me have been commenting on my rapid professional success. Some of you have called me your inspiration. I can't lie to you.
So if you'd like to be inspired by my tale of success in the B2B marketing world, come along. I'll show you what it's really been like, and why the demons of my childhood trauma have been getting louder and louder with every bit of praise I receive.