The missing piece

I've lived a pretty sheltered life. Grew up in a Canadian middle class family but there's something missing. There's just something not right about the way I live and every action seems like it's getting me further away from fixing it but at the time it feels like it's the right thing to do. I find it hard to believe that this is normal that people just go around excepting this kind of life. Why do we let these things destroy us?