Self-Doubt

I’m currently riddled with self-doubt, the discomfort of which is ameliorated somewhat by the fact that I’m writing this while luxuriating in a bubble bath, and that the mental image of said self-indulgence will be, for many, off-putting. 

I don’t run from self-doubt the way I used to. Self-doubt, ultimately, means processing, and I don’t want to penalize myself for inelegantly making sense of whatever I’m going through.

Better to continue spiraling outward, sharing art, and existing outside of the vacuum of my mind.