I think every writer is afraid that one day, they will wake up and face an audience of readers, and the readers will say, “I knew it! I knew you couldn’t do it. You’re not a writer, you’re just a fake!” This was what I felt after several days of revising—and revising, and revising—the first few chapters of my novel. My writing group recently gave those chapters a critique—a simultaneously wonderful and torturous thing where they read something (gasp) and talk about what’s working and what’s not. One of the biggest pieces of feedback was that it seemed as if I didn’t know my protagonist. They couldn’t connect with him. They told me, “Give us more on his character. Let us know what’s going on inside his head so when he hurts, we hurt with him.”
Describing your own struggles is helping me see your character. You've got this Morgan.