Designing is hard for me nowadays. Is this a syndrome whereby average designers go thru a series of emotion that can only be described as manic depressive only to settle perpetually in the depressive state?
I don't want to be an average designer, just producing things other people want. I want to do my own things if only I'd stop self censoring my own stuff as much or sometimes more than the clients or other people do.

And there's always the fear that there are no ideas in my head.

Everytime I look at my blog, I'm afraid to update. Suppose I just can't stand the way I construct my sentences or the way I mess up the chronology, the immature things I say, or maybe just myself. Maybe I'm just afraid that I have nothing to say.