I wrote a book. Actually, I drafted a whole four-book series. But right now? The thought of releasing it to the world—or even looking at it again—fills me with a paralyzing fear.

I know this is where all amazing authors start. That gut-twisting mix of excitement and terror. But my mental health and my fifty shades of issues are standing in the way like a damn brick wall.

Artists are their own worst critics. I get it. But I’m not just critical. I’m downright mean to myself. Cruel, even. I tear apart my writing before anyone else can, convinced it’s awful, amateurish, not good enough.

And yet, word on the street is that my writing isn’t that bad.

So here I am, dipping a toe into the waters with Wattpad, where I’ve posted some of my story: The Fallen Crown.

Here’s a bit about it:

She was the Acheron Saint’s deadliest weapon. They tried to break her. But Chastity Reign was never meant to kneel.

Chastity’s been a ghost in the shadows—an elite assassin and lethal asset—until she chose to walk away. Retirement should’ve meant freedom, but instead it led to betrayal and a locked cell inside Acheron Asylum, where lost souls whisper secrets, and the truly dangerous don’t wear restraints.

Inside, she’s watched by Dr. Connor Solis, a man with secrets as fractured as hers; stalked by Caleb Graves, a predator in disguise; and haunted by Sage Sinclair, the woman she never stopped loving.

But beneath the asylum’s gothic walls lies something far worse than madness. If Chastity doesn’t escape, she won’t leave alive.

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So, why am I terrified?

Because every time I open the manuscript, the fear creeps in—the fear that I’m not good enough, that my words aren’t worthy, that I’ll fail spectacularly.

I don’t know how to get around it yet.

Maybe I’m not alone in this. Maybe the most amazing authors have stared down this same monster and somehow kept writing anyway.

If you’ve ever felt this way—if you’re scared of your own art—know that your fear is part of the process. It’s messy, it’s cruel, but it’s real. And maybe, just maybe, it means you’re on the edge of something incredible.