I worry a lot, but half of my future worries are no one’s business, honestly. It’s a very private matter.
Nonetheless, there was a time when I had a mission, or at least I believed so. I was definitely a Batman back then, and very mentally ill as well. I became fanatical and ruined the significant part of my life as a result. I believed I could become an exceptional clinical psychologist with an esoteric background, helping people like me (mentally ill).
However, this dream was shattered to pieces by my own hands, and it was a profound crisis for me. I came to understand that I was obsessive, too proud, and overly focused on myself and my own importance. I have learned a lot of humility since then. I realized I had the right mind for being a psychologist, but completely the wrong personality. It was a hard blow, and it coincided with my professional misery, which led to overwhelming anxiety.
I became afraid of any kind of professional realization for myself. I tried working as a psychic, but even though I’m very genuine, passionate, and deeply in love with what I do, I didn’t succeed. Mostly because of me being true in this; my analyses and work are too deep, which doesn’t sell well. My unwillingness to share some personal details also took its toll, although it had nothing to do with my talent or expertise. But… the market is dominated by the psychic mafia. It hurts deeply when someone believes you are a fraud, especially when you pour your soul into what you do. Yet, I’ll let it remain as my passion.
I somewhat agreed with this realization, but it’s terribly difficult to pull myself together and return to professional life. Another failure? I don’t believe in myself at all. In my talents. In my abilities, whatever is required for success. I’m considering a different career field now, but every unsuccessful application leaves me feeling devastated.
Well, I can write a book, can’t I? But once again, I don’t believe in myself. Writing is another one of my biggest passions, it runs in my blood, intertwines with my heartbeat, and shines through my natal chart (I have two paths: writing and spirituality, both connected to teaching and building personal value systems). Still, I lack self-belief entirely. The thought of completing a novel of my own, and especially publishing it, triggers anxiety, yet I feel deep down that it’s the right path for me at this moment. I even see the signs, haha. And then the insinuation of me being ingenuine arises.
Not only have I read extensively since early childhood, and not only am I a talented linguist (yes, I have a big ego sometimes), but I’m also a genuine, enthusiastic writer who pours out her heart—no, who feels alive when she writes. Doubt me? Try me! Go and generate anything even close to my style— you’ll fail, I promise you. Yes, it’s distinctive and unique, and you’ll never produce anything similar to it unless you’re inside my head. And I spend a lot of time proofreading. Stop ruining my passions, they support me in my life. I am pure like the mountain spring. Find another source for your emotions.
Overall, I’m worried because I feel terribly unfulfilled in my professional life. I don’t sense a guiding light (mission) anymore, which is particularly sad for a Capricorn Moon. I’m paralyzed by fear and despair every time I contemplate making a change. I’m taking small steps forward by publishing my short stories here and trying to find freelance work, yet I’m paralyzed by the constant anticipation of failure. And so I live.
I hope I’ll find enough stubbornness to finally break free from this cycle and shine—or at the very least, be content with my passions. I’ll never give up (Queen – The Show Must Go On). Perhaps that’s the only answer: to enjoy doing what I love and be satisfied with that. Simply be myself and let life decide.
Thank you all for reading this post, it turned out to be quite intense!🔥
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