In the past, I was afraid I'd disappoint people constantly. Maybe I still am. But, I don't know, I think I'm more afraid of burning out again. I'm not very good at finishing things, never have been. And I think there's this enormous pressure to escape this internal label of being a failure that makes me desperately want to make things work That it has to be finished and thorough or I'm going to keep being the same person I feel stuck as It feels heavy