Empty is Pure

so here i am at 4 am.
I'm so lucky in so many ways. I have a relatively healthy (physically at least) family, I wake up next to the most amazing man i could ever ask for each day, i'm treated like gold. everything is great, except for that giant gaping hole inside of me where my own beliefs should be.
Who the fuck am I?
I'm that girl in the mirror, blank faced, staring into obscurity. I'm the voice inside my head screaming that nothing will never be good enough, I'll never be good enough. I always need to change... but into what? What haven't I tried yet? I have been everything, but I'm still nothing.