I really want to share what I wrote

Why do I feel like I can't?
There's this pressure to understand it before I send it to anyone.
New creations still make me feel kinda shaky, does that ever stop?
What did I write?
It's a stream of consciousness.
It took almost 15 minutes to recite.
There's one person's name I should probably redact.
Maybe I should ask before making any assumptions.
But then I'd have to send what I wrote.
I should figure out trigger warnings before that.
And I still don't understand what it-
It's the current interpretation of my story.
I feel insecure about it... why?
Maybe because it's changed so many times.
What if I got it wrong again?
Is it written in stone that you can't change your mind anymore?
I still don't feel ready.
So don't share it.
But if I don't share then everyone who ever tried to silence me wins.
Tad dramatic. You're probably not dying today. You can take a nap and think about it tomorrow. Or the next day. Or a month from now.
I still feel really panicky like I have to stay alert or the hands around my throat will tighten again.
You literally know that's called hypervigilance.
Fair.
Maybe tomorrow I'll share what I wrote.