Let’s just get real. Imposter syndrome is a fucking bitch. Some days, I wake up and think: Am I really cut out for this shit? Could I have done more? Should I have done less? Could I be better? It doesn’t matter if you’ve been a firefighter, AEMT, or paramedic for years—the voice is still there, whispering, sometimes screaming, that you’re not enough. I’ve been there. Hell, I still am. I remember my first ride-along as an EMT, thinking, “What the hell am I doing here? Everyon