About anxiety, paranoia and a smol shop

It's been quite a time since I've been here. Sorry. I'm struggling with my mental health a lot these times, and had to decrease the dosage of my meds because of financial problems, but it doesn't matter now. I've came here to talk about the smol shop I'm going to open when I get back to uni. In the uni I'm getting my biology degree, there's a flea market every wednesday. People sell a lot of things there, and I'm making a lot of crochet keychains and pins to sell there. It's going to be my first time selling any art (other than commissions) and I'm anxious as hell. There's this voice in my mind that keeps making me feel like I'll fail and nobody would ever buy anything from me, even when I put a lot of love and care into making the things I'm going to sell. Paranoia keeps holding me in a tight embrace and doesn't look like she will leave me alone in the near future. Some days ago I've got the idea of selling little sticke...