How to call yourself back from an existential artist spiral.
advice from my fresh-from-the-abyss clarity.
Kids, the stakes be stakin’, and your humble resident poet-turned-accidental-enrepreneur has been feeling, how do you say, like I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss of what-even-is-my-identity and what-is-purpose-anyway and how-do-I-pull-this-all-off-ness and the depths of self-loathing that comes from the specific kind of overwhelm-induced procrastination that makes me feel like I don’t deserve a single thing and should probably close up shop on absolutely everything, amen.
Welcome to my headspace this week :)
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