“I don’t have anything to say,” I thought to myself, staring at the blinking cursor. I felt like everything worth saying had already been said, everything worth doing already done.

What was left for me – or anyone – to say? What was my voice? Why should anyone bother to listen to me?

I was trapped in an endless loop of comparing myself with Jasmine Star and Marie Forleo, and feeling utterly hopeless…

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