Just a final thought regarding Exodus: the children of israel were ok with their bondage. up to a point. then they decided to cry out to God. after their backs were bleeding and their children were dead. and the way Scripture makes it sound ("....So God heard their groanings.."), it's like it was a matter of course. They weren't waiting on God; God was waiting on them.
So here I am, sitting in my college dorm, after having groaned to God this morning. And I had a really good day. I had lunch with a random girl from my pre-o in a dining hall i didn't know. i walked around with all the girls from my house. we had a good time at the longest, chillest house meeting. and i met a new girl to our house and invited her to dinner. so im not saying that everything is perfect, because its not. but things are looking up. maybe i put myself "in a good place" by opening up and admitting i need help. maybe its coincidence. or maybe i should look up and say "thanks for listening to me."