The floor is damned hard

I have been brought to my knees.  Humbled in a way that has not happened in a very, very long time.  My confidence and ego have both plummeted to the very earth.  Everything I held my gauge of excellence to has reached rock bottom.  My self confidence and assurance that I knew what I was doing is balancing on a precipice and could teeter either way.  My mind is on a tread mill that I cannot get off of.  Questioning everything I held true.  Determining if I am in the right place at the right time.  Am I on the right path?  I have always believed that if you are on the right path you should not have to fight to make things work.  Struggle yes, ups and downs yes, but fight tooth and nail, no.  I believe that of love, moves, careers, whatever it may be.  It will flow if it is right.  Things are not flowing for me; rather I'm in a mire that wears me down with each step I take attempting to free myself.  Where do I belong?