fromThe New Yorker
2 weeks agoDear Pepper: Slaying the Self-Doubt Dragon
I write incessantly in my journal. It is easier for me to write my truth than to speak it. I like to imagine that I'm working toward writing a memoir concerning something no one really knows about (so, a confession, an offering of truth). My worry: Am I really a writer, or is this consuming project just my form of therapy, a desire to show my real self and beg for acceptance
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