Do you ever feel like all of the things in your head - all of the self-doubt, the questioning yourself, all of the things you're afraid people will find out about you - all of the pain - do you ever feel like the difficulty of it outweighs the amount of need that others have for you? Other people seem to find or create self-fulfillment to varying degrees; they even seem to find some sort of meaning in me, and yet that doesn't bring self-fulfillment to me. I appreciate it, but I don't feel fulfilled by it. It feels as though I'm merely living for others, not for myself. How do I live for myself too?