In the dim light of my lonely room, I ponder the weight of my dreams. Self-publishing feels like a never-ending battle, where hope flickers like a candle in a storm. As I listen to the voices of Tao Wong, Shami Stovall, and Michael Michel discussing the realities of this career, I can't help but feel the sting of isolation. 📚 The journey is filled with uncertainty, budgeting tightrope walks, and the haunting shadow of burnout. The long game they speak of feels insurmountable, each step forward overshadowed by doubt. Will my words ever find their home? Will I ever feel whole amidst this struggle? The ache of solitude wraps around me like a heavy blanket, reminding me that I am