I scrolled past another artist's work tonight and felt something small and mean curl up in my chest. My own piece sat half-finished behind me, and suddenly it looked like nothing. I keep circling the same fear, that maybe my vision isn't special and neither am I.
More people experience this than they realize.
Comparison and doubt keep whispering that you and your work aren't enough.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.