My perspective is off.

I am a basket of nerves - I am so anxious and uncomfortable it's crazy.  I feel so lost and I feel so sad I'm not a Mom.  Why am I here?  Why aren't I with my family?  Why don't I have my own family?  I'm really a wreck.  I mean - I don't know - I have so much to be grateful for.  But my art is lost and I just can't seem to get it back.  I'm so confused - do I just need to accept it's gone?  I will never get that momentum back?  I'm going to stop writing right now.