That gut feeling...

What do you see when you look in the mirror? Are you satisfied? Do you see failure? I'm not talking about the outside. The external you is only a ghost of what you have to offer; the tip of the iceberg. I want to know what I'm going to find when I stare deep into your eyes and catch a glimpse of your soul. Can you tell me? I seriously doubt that. When was the last time you took a step back from the ongoing painting that is your life, and carefully examined each little brush stroke that defines you? Lately I've had this horrid pain in my stomach that won't go away. It's creeping into every aspect of my life and eating away at what meager enthusiasm I have left for this world. I feel stretched thin...like butter over too much bread. The more I search for the cause, the cloudier my brain gets and the more the answer eludes my grasp. I need help. I need someone to hand me a magnifying glass to see my painting...something to critique my skill with the brush. It hurts to feel weak, but I'm sick and tired of being the sole source of rationality among my relations. Its too taxing to cope with people that refuse to accept that I am indeed a human, with human emotions and a human level of stamina. God...I'm sorry. I know I ask too much, and I really don't deserve your help anymore, but please give me a hint. Show me how to do it, just this once. I know you're listening...you always do. Its not fair to ask my friends and loved ones anymore... and I don't know where else to turn. For some reason, it feels more productive to post this on the internet, as if you'll read it somehow. Thanks...if you do. I'm sorry for wasting what gifts you've given me and for being a bad person. I just...need SOMETHING