Why do I feel stuck in life?

If I know that I am the one causing it, then why don't I just change it? Why do I still choose the suffering, albeit benign? I often return to this question because my heart knows that it is the honest question that I can ask myself. By disseminating it, it becomes quite evident that I am allowing myself to be stuck, trapped in a loop of thoughts and often, pure inaction. To ameliorate this feeling of being trapped, I reach for things I think I want, knowing full well that they lead me nowhere, a pure mindset of escapism from what is real in my heart.

So here I am, doing nothing to fix it, and feeling my world collapse inwardly whilst crying out for someone to help me, without knowing the truth of it all: that I am the only one who can save myself and have no one to blame. Only I can make the necessary shift in perspective to improve my life, not the people I love, and certainly not through waiting on circumstantial changes. The underlying problem that I have diagnosed in myself is an aspect of excessive wanting, precluding a potential transformation. Before I elaborate on this, I want to state a law which I often return to on these days:

You do not get what you want, you get what you are.