I feel so trapped.

I really don't want to make this into a venting blog. And sometimes I wish I posted more, because a lot of the times when I post I go back and read it a few days later and realize certain things about myself.
But lately. I have felt trapped. Not mentally but physically. Yet I am set free. I am set free by Jesus. But I still feel trapped.
Sometimes I think "If it was summer, and I could ride down to the lake, then I would be happy" And yes sometimes it's good to get out but really, Jesus should be the only thing that I need to be ok.
But sometimes I feel like I dunno...
I am praying. Right now I am out of words, to keep writing, sorry I stopped mid-thought. But I am praying my heart out right now just to feel, not so trapped, not suffocated. But maybe I am praying the wrong things...