I don’t want to give some long story about myself, so I’ll just say that I’ve always had a real bad time having measuring my own worth- something I’ve come to believe may not be worth trying to measure. Art was, as I would view myself, the only thing worth knowing me for. I overly confined myself to my passions and what I perceived as worthy of interest. I often found myself scared of being the awkward, vulnerable, flawed person that I am and set a facade of a confident artist.
But in some senses, being a confident artist wasn’t a lie! It wasn’t my skill that i was confident in, but my ability to keep pushing and trying, but the more I viewed it as a falsehood, the more my confidence faded. Especially as depression kept chipping away at my will to keep trying.
I forced these ideas onto myself that I would never be good enough for other people and because of that I have driven myself bone dry of confidence.