"Trapped" is a great word to describe it, and why I ended up on this site. Personally, I feel there are so many obligations tied to my life. I'm in a long-term relationship that some would consider okay. He isn't abusive or anything like that. But it is a trapped existence. We're not in love, haven't been for a long time. I used to get a "mhm" when I said I loved him. So one day I decided not to say it anymore to see what would happen. What happened? Nothing - I just no longer say I love him. Forget about physical intimacy - the most I can hope for is the occassional hug. Our lives are so intertwined though that I can't just leave. Wouldn't it be great if things were that easy? Financial obligations, pets etc.
Trapped because I have found someone that I am in love with and is in love with me, but we are separated by continents and time zones. So all of our interaction is online, but this is limited because of the existing relationship.
Trapped because I am a horrible person for having this affair in the first place. I mean, I should just rather leave, right? That would be the right thing to do? But because of how our life is, I guess I'm too much of a coward to do that.
Trapped because I'm quite sure I should see a therapist, but how would I do that? There's no way to see one without him knowing that I am, and I simply can't have that conversation as to why I need to see a professional in the first place.
Trapped because I do sincerely love my faith and belief, but my life doesn't attest to it. Not truly.
Trapped because I'm a hypersexual and my sex drive is ridiculous, but as per the above, there's no intimacy. Not just the physical, there isn't emotional intimacy. How I would love to just actually have sex. That which we should all be entitled to within a relationship. Sex is not on the cards though. He literally turns away when getting dressed. So if I can't even see him naked, there's no way I'm going to be having sex. Aside from that, I no longer know what sex with him would look like. I don't feel secure enough with him that I think I'd enjoy it.
I believe that these things combined are making my depression worse. At night when I go to bed, almost without fail, I lay my head on the pillow and I see someone putting a gun to my temple and ending it. Maybe it's a premonition of how my life will end one day, maybe it's just a manifestation of my desire for freedom from all of the pain and difficulty of life. Maybe these are questions a professional would be able to help me answer....
So to answer your question @BlazingBob, yes. I definitely feel trapped.