This is how I know when something isn’t right. I physically don’t know what to do with myself. Like the location I am physically in isn’t where I’m supposed to go. Where do I go? I want to go home… but I am home. Nothing feels right. I spend so much time driving around because at least then it feels like I’m going somewhere… even if I’m not. I don’t know what to do. I can’t even stay busy because something inside is pulling at me to get out. Get out and go where? What do I even want to do?
It feels like a side quest as silly as that sounds. Like this is my mission, nothing else really matters. Nobody else exists. Just me and nowhere to go. 
This has happened to me before, I used to drive city to city trying to find somewhere that felt right—felt safe, comfortable. Nothing helps. It’s been a long time since then though. I don’t want it to come back… there is nothing more uncomfortable &amp; nothing makes me feel more disconnected. 
I have no motivation to work on building whatever connection I’m even talking about. I want someone to save me but I can’t even imagine what that even means.