I Live in a Communist Country

My life is no longer my own. My life is being run by other people.
I can no longer spend money without first checking to make sure that I'm allowed to. I can not go anywhere without thinking beforehand if it's an absolute necessity, or whether or not I can combine 20 other errands into one. I can't go anywhere unless it's with a child without it turning into some sick battle of who has something more important.
I am no longer important, and am finding it increasingly difficult to make anything for me a priority.
Where am I, and who is this pathetic being in front of me? Where are those people who love me? I hate everything in my life right now.