Back to the past. I never gave up on her or my family, but I still gave up on myself when it came to writing or being creative in general. It frustrated my wife and friends to no end, and I eventually lost many wonderful people in my life because of my stupidity.
With fear building I would never fulfill my dreams, I ended up meeting with a therapist. I discovered the main reason for constantly quitting, let's call it parent-related issues, and the urge to quit was lessened. Last year I got diagnosed with depression. A few doses of medicine later, any remaining thoughts to quit were cleared away. Today I'm a more confident individual than I was two decades ago.
And this is why I have decided not to give up on getting Paradise Not Quite Lost out to the reading public, though the publisher I first worked with decided to bail on me. In the past I would have claimed defeat and ended up working a job I didn't want to do. Now, my goal is to get that book as well as many others published under my Wooden Pants label.
Quitting? No thank you, I'm just getting started.