When I was about 13, I begged for a guitar, and my folks gave me an acoustic that I think probably came from Woolworths (I bet that's a store name you've not heard lately) .. the strings were so high off the fretboard (action) .. that it was painful to try and play anything .. in the first week, I shredded my fingertips, being a dumb kid and figuring that's just the way it was .. I had a copy of Mel Bay's book as well (sidenote : Mel Bay would have been 100 this year .. read about him here : Mel Bay Blog » Blog Archive » 100th Anniversary of Mel Bay’s Birth )
At any rate, the fingers eventually healed and I stuck with it .. these days, I tend to rely on special tunings since my arthritus makes it difficult ..
If I seem particularly jovial today (I.E. the dog socks commentary) .. I'm trying to lighten my mood as I have a $20,000 Gibson on the workbench that's giving me fits and stressing me out .. I should never have taken the work on this one ..
I tried to learn to play on our Yamaha and decided I didn't want to put up with the calluses and dishwater at the same time. I don't know how women do it. Nobody told me if you wanted to play you had to work at getting those things. I'm not very musical anyway, but our musician friend lived with us for a time and we never saw him without his guitar in his hands. I think he slept with it too.
Maybe you need a break from the Gibson for a bit. Walk away, do something relaxing and maybe it will come together for you. Just think how good you'll feel when it's done.