I feel like giving up. I look at the stuff I'm doing and ask myself "what's the point?" All I see is what I'm doing wrong. I feel like I'm failing.
I hear the voices in my head tell me I'm worthless, that my dreams will never happen, and I start to believe them.
But then I look back to where I've been. I think back to all the times I felt like giving up and it always seems to build up when I'm so close to reaching the goal.
I wanted to give up on my degree one semester before graduation.
I wanted to give up writing books and/or short stories when only about 20% of the story was left to tell.
So maybe, just maybe, that feeling is a way of testing me right before reaching the end.
Maybe my goal is within reach if I can get over my own self-doubt.
Failure is a teacher.
Without failing, we would never learn. So I'll take a deep breath and press on.
The only way to truly fail would be if I quit. I'll never truly give up, so I'll never truly be a failure.