Answers to Rhetorical Questions

I'm left today with a pronounced feeling of undeniable confusion and regret.

How did I get here. 

To this point.

I sit at work and I cry at my desk, if only for a hasty moment of feeling trapped and unhappy.

I'm here, I cannot help that, but I can make a decision to leave for greener grass. 

I scan the job sites for something I'm trained for. 

Sinking unhappiness filling my stomach. 

Time for a change. 

But what. 

With bills, with a family, with too much training in one area. 

The perils of the middle. 

When did I become this old. 

I feel the urge to call my parents and demand they tell me how to live my life. 

I stay, hoping tomorrow something changes. 

While screaming to myself to be the change but failing to discover how to change it.