I've considered that. I tend to be very hard on myself. I used to think I was a good writer and intelligent and a good fine artist. I used to ignore minor mistakes as long as I was enjoying myself. The mistakes even would often become part of a new design or idea. Now, though, if a painting doesn't match up exactly with what I see in my head, it will make me feel physically ill. Also, if one of my stories has a typo in it after I combed over it for hours, I'll feel stupid. I tend to feel like everybody else does everything way better than I do and that I am defective. If I do nothing, I am declared lazy, and if I do something, I usually do it wrong. At least for a while, this perfectionism was accompanied by my usual stream of ideas. The past few weeks, though…it's been relatively quiet in my mind. I have had next to zero new insights, I feel cold and very nearly devoid of any feeling, and I feel as though I've lost touch with my creativity. I am still forgetful and lose things, but worse now. I've felt devoid of energy, and try to sleep, but can't due to worry and regrets. I really wish I knew how to be better, but it would appear as if I am stuck this way for now.