Am I really done?

I find myself telling myself that I'm done with things.  Done with my current job, done with a relationship, done with my life as it is right now, but am I really?  I find myself saying it in efforts to stir things up.  There has been a general dissatisfaction with my life right now, and yet to think of actually doing something about it, something real, makes me just want to stay where I am.  I have had a couple reminders lately of how my life used to be...how I used to be.  They came in the form of the song "Breakaway" and in the movie "Southbounders".  I used to be willing to just take a risk, take a chance, and my life was just getting good.  It was spiraling better and better.  Yet, I don't know how to live it here, now.  Living in Wisconsin feels like chains on my spirit.  I long for simplicity, but have been surrounded by chaos.  How did I get from living in ultimate, breath-taking reality to being so numb? I feel like half myself. Honestly, I doubt and fear that the actions I think I need to take won't make any difference, or perhaps may even find me worse off.  I am reminded of something I read: we convince ourselves that known pain is somehow better than unknown pain.