Hovering Over the Blue Launch Button

Dear Delyara, I stared at the dashboard of my platform tonight, looking at the letters sitting in the database, ready to go live with the click of a single button. I’ve spent months building this sanctuary, formatting the pages, and polishing the design. But when my cursor hovered over the launch link, my entire body locked up with a cold, paralyzing self-doubt. What if it’s a failure? What if nobody cares? I closed the laptop lid with an aggressive snap and went to bed, entirely disgusted by my own paralysis. I am using the work as a shield to avoid the actual risk of being seen, and I hate myself for it.