Tl;dr I don't know how to feel like I have anythting to offer an employer or any skill to run a business with. Sorry it's an essay.
I worked in sales/outbound market research at school and uni. I hated it but I was estranged from my parents during 6th form, and had to pay to live; these jobs fitted around classes.
I then worked for a PPI-type (not PPI) company during uni and it broke my brain when I realised it was a ripoff. After uni I was scared to apply for jobs because I didn't know what skills I had or what I wanted to do so I felt like applying for anything well-paid like a grad scheme would be preposterous. I tried applying for HSBC grad scheme which said it was open to anyone then the first set of tests were complicated financial and maths questions and I couldn't do them.
I'm now 35 and adrift (technically I'm on maternity from editing science papers). I've had more jobs than Miss Rabbit and I was competent but nothing was ever really fulfilling, and ultimately I always feel like I'm a replaceable cog in jobs where anyone else could do it, or I feel worthless when I try to do anything bigger. I've been a teacher with PGCE. I was an ice skater for a while. I've had a lot of jobs in food which I really hate. I worked in retail for a bit. I always just stop turning up to work when I start to feel like the job is a pointless waste of time then I'm ashamed that I fucked it up again so I can't deal with the consequences because I get too anxious.
I wrote romance for 5 years (alongside interning in academic publishing for 12 months during my MSc), did ok at writing financially, then my confidence was shattered by a manipulative arsehole misogynist publisher and his flying monkeys, and I feel again like my work is worthless and not good enough/adding enough value to people's lives to self-pub and market successfully, or to find another publisher. I don't have the attention span to learn how to write in a new genre (ADHD's properly diagnosed, can't take any meds as I've been constantly pregnant or breastfeeding since 2018, didn't get diagnosed until 2020 so don't know any different to this scramble in my brain).
I make my own soap and I'm a decent knitter. I've written about 30 books. My editing work has been published in Nature. I have ideas for academic research in my field but am too scared to do them and submit to journals. I've done YouTube tutorials with six-figure views. And yet I don't dare apply for any jobs in case I just stop turning up again or get in trouble for being chronically late (I've almost never been late for work but I'm extremely anxious about it anyway).
No matter what I do or how many times a client says my work is good I can't get over the feeling that I'm a pathetic leech feeding off other people's hard-earned income and providing nothing of value. That my products are rubbish and no better than the mass-made junk from China. That my books are badly-written trashy shit. That my services are questionable quality. That nothing is ever good enough and who am I to try? I'm not even sure if I'll be brave enough to hit post on this but getting it down might help make sense of it all.
This has meant I know all the stuff but I just can't market my own business or apply for jobs effectively, I hold back for fear of anyone actually seeing that I've done a thing, then no one buys my stuff or hires me and it's a self-fulfilling prophecy that I fail again.
Why can't I look at anything I do as worth doing? I just keep thinking variations of, "Well if I can do it, anyone can, so why am I trying to sell it?" How do I get out of this cycle? I can't even sell second hand stuff because it feels like it becomes worthless through the process of me having it. People always comment on how confident I seem but I'm a car wreck. Help!