Post the Fourteenth: In Which I Internally Cry And Scream And Tear My Hair Out

I'm so frustrated.  Will I ever just be satisfied?

How can I be satisfied? What will satisfy me?

I don't know who God made me to be and I don't know why and I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing with my life and all the abilities He gave me, whatever they are... I don't know what to do with my stupid brain that wont stop thinking and asking and analysing. Surely it's meant for more than writing a blog no one will ever read because I'm always too scared to put myself out there.