stop the madness

ugh...i totally feel like i am being attacked from all sides today, sideways, up and down, diagonally...what did i do today that the entire universe is out to corner me and question everything that comes from my mouth, my hands, my everything? i've been good, concentrated and working hard, confined to my studio room with the door closed. but regardless, the knocks are endless and the bombardment inevitable. who am i that i have been the chosen one of mediating the middle situation/position and yet i get burned from both ends? not only so, but i write my frustrations down in order to leave all physical parties out, and even what i write is questioned. i feel like giving up today...no matter what i cannot win.