HSP Breathwork Retreat: Transforming Imposter Syndrome (Violet’s Story, a Professional Counselor)

Transforming Fear into an Ally to
Reclaim Your True Identity

For many high-achieving professionals, the pressure to maintain a flawless exterior can lead to a silent, paralyzing battle with imposter syndrome. This internal disconnect is especially intense for highly sensitive persons (HSPs) who work in caregiving fields, where analyzing pain can sometimes become a shield against feeling it. In this profoundly raw and vulnerable account, Violet (a pseudonym), a highly sensitive psychotherapist, reveals her severe struggles with clinical anxiety, depression, and a chronic sense of fraudulence. Despite initial skepticism and financial worries, a breaking point eventually guided her toward spiritual counseling and an HSP Breathwork Retreat. Discover how bridging the gap between cognitive therapy and deep somatic breathing allowed her to transform fear into an ally, heal early relationship wounds, and reclaim her identity as the Beloved.

What You Will Discover in This Story

• The Imposter Syndrome: Violet battled severe anxiety, depression, and a crushing sense of being a fraud.
• The Relational Bridge: By inviting her husband into her therapy, Violet’s marriage transformed from a life-draining prison cell into a safe, protective fortress of emotional co-regulation.
• The Somatic Reconciliation: Violet stopped fighting her anxiety, envisioned her fear as a protector, and experienced a profound spiritual completion that made her whole.

This story was written by Violet after 12 private psychotherapy sessions and one HSP Breathwork Retreat.  Here’s Violet.

The Closet Scene: Facing the Darkness Alone

Setting: Inside of a walk–in closet. The darkness is so dense you can barely see your hand.

Main Character, Violet: A young woman in her mid-20s, teary-eyed with a kind of confused hopelessness that comes from despair. She is lying on the cold, hardwood floor.

The Opening Scene Action

My image of myself

I am looking at pictures in my mind of how I coped as a child, and how I continue to cope as an adult: fearful, hiding, barricading, and making efforts to be alone … the very feelings that brought me to therapy. Lonely and feeling abandoned, I wondered why God had chosen me for this prescribed life of tears, frustration and agony. I stared into the darkness. He must’ve made a mistake… and a terrible one.

The Weight of Fraudulence: Before Spiritual Counseling

Before I started seeing Benita for therapy, I knew I needed help. Yet, I waited months before I picked up the phone. “It’ll get better with time,” I told myself. “I don’t have the money,” I cried. “ My husband won’t support me,” whispered self-pity’s slimy, deceitful voice.

But my anxiety and fear worsened. My chronic fatigue grew, my depression deepened, and I kept being nudged back to Benita’s website. I had just started working as a psychotherapist myself. I felt as if I had FRAUD seared like a brand across my forehead. Black and smoking and oozing with gunk. I remember writing in my journal:

“I feel like a fraud. A big, fat phony. Every day I want to hide, even from myself. Who would want to know a fraud like me? Stripped of my dignity.”

A Soul Encounter: Beginning the Work

I reached my breaking point. I called Benita and scheduled an appointment.

I had been in counseling before, but I was still weary of being seen and known even though I realized that was part of the therapeutic process. I believed everyone else was lovable and acceptable, but not me.

Never could I have anticipated that our initial encounter would become the ultimate catalyst for the most powerful transformation in my life.

All of my weariness changed. With Benita, I felt as if each meeting was a soul encounter. She poured warmth, welcome, and grace into me time and time again.

In the beginning, Benita helped me diagnose my primary condition: post-traumatic stress disorder, PTSD. I was surprised and shocked as we read through the diagnostic manual. After all, I am a therapist, and I hadn’t realized that PTSD was the source of a lot of my pain.  No longer feeling as crazy or as stupid, I thought, “Hey, I may be screwed up, but at least I’m screwed up for a reason!” Therapy went deeper from there.

We started unwrapping all of my trigger points: Wounds of abandonment from early in life, car wrecks, trauma from a spiritual experience called “The Dark Night of the Soul,” and core beliefs of being a burden and unlovable.

Benita mentioned how PTSD can be healed more effectively if the client invites their most significant loved one into the therapy sessions. For me, this was my husband. Benita painted an ideal picture of marriage: I would go out into the world of chaos and come home to a safe, protected haven and a deeply bonded relationship.

I started imagining that home of comfort and protection. At that time, our home felt more like a life-draining prison cell than a fortress of safety. My husband felt that way too.

My husband graciously began attending counseling with me.

That’s when things started to really change … sometimes slowly, and sometimes things got worse before they got better … but all the while I was moving forward and upward.

The Relational Fortress: Co-Regulating with My Partner

My husband and I began to learn how to connect more deeply. I learned how to calm myself while he also learned how to help calm me when I was emotionally triggered. Benita helped us gaze into each other’s eyes and breathe together while our hands rested on each other’s heart. He’d say, “I’m right here for you. You’re OK. Breathe with me.” I followed his lead, and took deeper breaths and felt my body unwind and relax. I learned I was lovable. And most of all, I began to feel my husband’s immense care for me.

One day my husband was angry because I had left a mess in the house. When he saw I was crying in reaction to his anger, he softly cupped my face in his hands, and looked into my eyes, and said, “It’s ok. It’s a mess. It stresses me sometimes, but I still love you.” That moment was a turning point in my healing. By this time, Benita had helped me to see how our fights triggered my sense of disconnection from myself and feelings of abandonment.

I began to feel safer because I knew that when my husband was angry, he still loved me. I felt more secure.

I learned that when I was angry, I didn’t have to run. It wasn’t the end of our relationship. We encountered the depth of each other’s souls, not just our minds and defenses. Our marriage has begun to develop in beautiful ways.

And yet, my relationship with myself kept holding me back.

Retreat Day: Befriending the Ultimate Enemy

Always on time, Benita invited me to attend a retreat she was facilitating. I checked in with myself. I still felt layers of shame and fear. I held these as my greatest enemies. After all the therapy and spiritual healing I had tried, I still could not abolish them How I longed to take a pack of dynamite to these wretched feelings! Was I living my life authentically? No! Why? Inside I still wanted to run and hide. I sighed. And as God would have it, I went to the retreat.

That day was a simple day. Simple and profound. Never could I have guessed or expected what it had in store for me. It wasn’t until the end of the day that my breakthrough came. Always on time.

Benita was coaching another woman who was striving to be set free of her fear. Benita read a poem she had written:

“The Enlightened Voice of Fear”

“You do not have to get rid of me to be free,
[…]
I am a part of you.
I am your friend, too!
I see you look surprised.
But why?

Don’t you see all the colors in that rainbow?
Could you see white if you could not see black?
I am not your enemy and I will not kill you.
You can learn to be with me,
To contain me and
Know your wholeness.”

With these words, my soul began to heal. Because of these words, I questioned how I strove to disconnect with my greatest enemy: Fear! Why must I be afraid? I pondered, and I pondered, and I healed.

That night, I wrote the following in my journal from my Authentic Self:

Everything I thought that I would never be, I am.
All that I tried to resist has overcome me.
How can I be settled in this new paradigm?
This new understanding?
This new way of living?
My, how the tables have turned.
That I would face all that I’ve run from
in myself.
Surely there is a purpose to this,
some aspect of healing.
I cover myself in shame
for it is hideousness.

Now I hesitate to say,
Is it really all that hideous?

By whose ideal have I prescribed such a fate upon myself?

This is the new paradigm:
That in the totality of who I am,
judged or not by man
(yes, indeed judged),
it does not change who I am in my King’s sight:
I am who I am.
Redeemed.

And so I struggle through the night and the day,
All the while trying to bring together all the broken pieces of my existence,
To hold them and fumble them in my hand.
More tenderly now,
I hold them out in front of me
and hug them close
and hold them out for all to see.
I hold them out before my King.
He draws me in,
and holds my hands
and folds my fingers over
these delicate precious pieces of gems,
my gems.
And He kisses my forehead and holds me,
and suddenly, I am whole.

I cried and cried and cried. I thought of the words of the other woman at the end of the day, “Fear has served me well.”

Loving myself,
and staying connected with myself,
and being loved by others,
in the midst of my fear,
freed me from my fear of fear.

The next morning at church we sang “No Longer Slaves,” a song describing our freedom from the bondage of fear and our identity as children of God.

In my mind I saw him: Fear. Personified in the bodily form of a young man and yet formless at the same time. He smiled at me. It wasn’t the smile of death and destruction I had come to associate with fear. I didn’t feel the sharp pains and see the glare in his eyes, but instead I felt peace. I felt secure. Instead, I felt Fear had been my friend all along, tormenting and subjecting me to disgusting maladies, and yet all the while forming who I was. I accepted fear. And then, as with dust in the wind, he began to fade. A gentle smile brushed away into the air.

Fear transformed into my friend, and I into the Beloved.

“Perfect love casts out fear.” All those times I prayed for God to take away my fear, little did I know I simply had to love my enemy so he could become my companion. Now, we walk together, he and I, side by side. Smiling into the wind and chuckling amidst the sandstorm. United at last as one.

And so I continue on my journey, learning the greatest lessons. God is always present, intimately involved in my life.

In the past, I felt like my Authentic Self was a worm inside the apple of my being. That was a lie. It took a lot of pain and searching to realize that.

I don’t have to hide. I am the Beloved.

I can be me

with the shadows and the light of my being.

I can be known and accepted this way, too.

By revealing my shadow side, I invite other shadows to come out from lurking in the darkness so we can meet together in the light. In doing this, I find that I am able to live freely in how God created me to be … secure, known, explored, discovered, encountered. Unconditionally loved.

I’m not finished, and I accept that I never will be finished on this side of Heaven, and at the same time God promises, “I will complete the good work I have begun in you.”

So I choose to walk steadfastly into both the darkness and the light, with a courageous heart and my new friend, Fear, and a big enough Love to embrace all that I am. The darkness and the light.

~ End of Violet’s Story ~

Violet’s story inspired me, Benita Esposito, to write this.

Beyond the darkness and the light,
and within the darkness and the light,

there is an I,
My Authentic Self,
who is lovable and capable and smart and strong.

Redeemed from the illusion
that I was ever

separate

from my wholeness
and the love of God.

Loving all of myself,
I have found peace in the midst of the storm.

Stepping Out of the Closet of Fear and Into God’s Truth:
Your Invitation to Heal

About Benita A. Esposito

Healing, Growth & Mastery

“Chief Trail Guide” for Highly Sensitive Introverts on the Hero’s Journey to the Authentic Self.

I’m a licensed psychotherapist, spiritual counselor, life coach, and author of Amazon bestseller, The Gifted Highly Sensitive Introvert: Wisdom for Emotional Healing and Expressing Your Radiant Authentic Self. I specialize in fast-tracking deep emotional healing for high-achieving Highly Sensitive Persons (HSPs) and introverts. By combining advanced body-based therapies like Brainspotting and Breathwork with a grace-filled Christian perspective, I help you quickly pinpoint limiting patterns so you can experience lasting inner peace without wasting time. When I’m not leading retreats at my home overlooking a lake in the Blue Ridge Mountains, you can find me tending to my flower garden, rowing, or capturing nature through my camera lens.

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• Benita’s photo: Patti C.

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