Not in a literal sense—I’m fortunately not psychotic—but in a more figurative way. All my life, I’ve always had this sort of paradoxical god-complex that’s balanced out by moments of deep inferiority. In the end, the god-complex part always wins out though.

Honestly, I don’t mind it. I suppose in the end it makes my ego and sense of self a bit of a paper tiger, but for the most part I feel comfortable with my self worth and strengths—even if they haven’t paid off in life thus far.