I Did Not Believe In My Writing

I never stopped writing but I just never believed my works were worthy of sharing online. Constantly plagued with pessimism of my own thought, everything I fathom felt like utter non-sense when I spoke them out loud. My deduction was that I was still suffering from past traumas and they religated deep into my mental psyche as personal demons of anxiety.

I might have been a fool to doubt myself, but time has given me the ability to mature in my thought. Yes, I still suffer from the doubt and struggle with cognitive concentration disorders, but I can at least acknowledge those flaws attribute to who I am as an individual. So, I will write. Flawed as I am, I will write simply for the sake of writing. It will sound stupid, ignorant, amateur but it will have to be writing.

I am enrolled in Peterson Academy, so I have to purge this fear from my soul and continue where I left off after I graduated College.