Discontent is the want of self-reliance: it is infirmity of will.

Some dissatisfaction points at a real wrong that needs fixing from outside. Another kind is quieter and comes from waiting: for permission, for someone else to notice, for conditions to change on their own. That second kind can go on for years, and the discomfort of it is easily mistaken for the situation rather than for the waiting.

Take one thing you have been unhappy about and ask what part of it is inside your reach, even a small part. Do that part without asking anyone. If the honest answer is that none of it is yours to move, that is worth knowing too, and it is not a failing.