You sometimes become a perfectionist when you create content that you be more focus on the project than anything else... Making something great starts consuming your mind.. You want to entertain, inform, etc... Sometimes you become such a perfectionist that you start creating a standard that cannot be met... Any negative response makes you feel that you didn't accomplish your goals and you start caring more about all negative responses and how to correct them... I know what it's like to be that focus as a person who has entertained and also know a thing or 2 about creating content... If you are a compulsive person or have compulsive personality traits it prob can affect you more also if you have other issues as far S mental it prob can break you down... I understand and don't understand.. Than again I'm black so I have stronger traits that can stop me from going breakdown status and these are cacs and new generation nigs so they don't have the same strength to not mentally breakdown... Perfectionist, compulsive shit
I can kind of relate
It's not uncommon for me to DJ for crowds of thousands of people. Sometimes they will fawn over me like some sort of minor demigod afterwards.
Then the next day you're hanging out at some tiny hole in the wall club and you see a DJ just wreck this shit out of their decks. Showing moves you can't even comprehend. You look at their face and they're bored like it's just the same shit different day.
After after something like that it's hard not to feel more like a con artist than an entertainer. It's always in the back of your mind that one day this guy is going to rise up and destroy your career.
The other issue is that, much like a YouTuber, people only love you while you're performing. The moment you turn off your amp, or in their case the camera, you go back to being a regular person, except without the benefits of having a social circle, hobbies, a romantic relationship, or any kind of life whatsoever outside of the show. It can leave you feeling empty, alone and drained the moment that the work slows down.
The hardest part by far is that few if any can relate to these feelings. Everyone tells you how lucky you are that you should count your blessings. Some get mad if you dare complain about anything.
In one sense they're right. Anyone who can not only control their entire destiny, but do it while entertaining the public is enormously blessed. but nobody really sees the toll that it can take on your life and mental health, especially when even the smallest concerns are all but forbidden to talk about.
A couple months ago the mother in a rich white household that's hired me frequently over the past 3 years said that I was like a member of the family to her. I knew she meant well, but it still took every fiber of my being to stop from cussing her out and I still can't explain why.