I have a secret to tell you.

Writing is not relaxing for me. It produces high levels of anxiety. I don’t see myself as a good writer. I’m a horrible speller, I can never see my own mistakes. Small insignificant typos make me doubt why I ever thought anyone would want to read my work. I have my college professors’ comments in my mind, your arguments lacked cohesion and your ideas are far from inspired.

For years, I would never call myself a writer.