A feeling that literally splits you in half. To the bright side, full of ideas and enthusiasm. Where there is hope, confidence in one’s actions, love for one’s work. And there is a dark side that eats you up and repeats the same thing: “you won’t achieve anything,” “why are you doing this, because no one needs your drawings,” “you’re late, your place has been taken,” “you can’t do the same”, “ like that successful artist”, “can you really teach something?”, “don’t even try.” and I have a question for you:

Tell me how, you fight your impostor syndrome?