How to deal with post book-birth anxiety
When you find out, please let me know.
My debut novel is out, and I’ve never been so miserable. I find myself staring at the sentences I “should have changed!” I want to curl up in a ball on the floor and cry. I want to drink myself into a stupor and pass out –preferably forever.
In my head, I know that this is my first novel. I know that I’m still learning and growing and critique and criticism will help me do so. But I feel like my book is the biggest piece of crap that ever existed. I wish I would have signed up to be a nude model for a super-judgemental and talkative group of artists instead. I’m positive I’d feel less vulnerable and less miserable. I know I should be proud of myself for taking the first steps and having the courage to put myself out there. But I honestly can’t think of a time in my life when I felt worse about myself.
So if anyone has any suggestions, I’m taking them because the power of positive thinking isn’t working out so well for me.