A 51 years old mother of two, living in 2-3 lovely places in the Finnish countryside, have a nice job, a kind, reliable partner, a lovely dog, relatively good health and some good friends, too. And I feel every other day myself totally inadequate, not  clever enough, not productive enough, not funny enough, not anything enough. It's more like an undercurrent, a feeling looming somewhere constantly than something that would paralyze me or make me depressed.