Sometimes when I'm stuck, I turn to my ragged purple notebook. I carry it around with me and scribble random lines in it. "All our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling." (Blaise Pascal). On a different page: "In the throes of physical anguish even the most rational philosopher finds himself outreasoned by his feelings." (Dr Peter Latham, 1830s). And, "The main thing in life is not to be afraid to be human." (Spanish musician Pablo Casals who died in 1973. He also said, "Music will save the world.")
Other bits are harder to decipher. "I am an animal in a cage, what kind of animal and what kind of cage?" I also make lists. Find out what "lapidary" means. Look up Social Evaluative Threat (SET): is that like worrying people are sneering at your cheap shoes?
And there are questions. "Is it hard to let go of people even if they make you feel wretched, despairing or confused?" I have no idea where that came from. But as Joan Didion writes in On Keeping a Notebook, the point is never to keep an accurate factual record of what you have been doing or thinking. I haven't kept a diary since I was 10. ("Had an awful ballet lesson, then rissoles for dinner and watched Close to Home and Warship." 1977.) The most recent pages of my purple notebook are all about the same thing: shame.
It turns out Social Evaluative Threat (SET) is the feeling of shame that others will judge who you are as inferior or inadequate.