Lost

This is a far cry for attention… it’s the opposite in fact. In five years, I’ve lost my father-in-law. I watched my best friend seize to death on life support for six days. The next year I watch my Gram die from being tortured by sickness & cancer. Eight months later, three days before my birthday, my mother is found dead at only 51 years old.

I need to experience the feeling of being lost, physically… rather than mentally. Please, just understand that I need a break. I need silence, rather than chaos. I need to feel the calm of shade, given by trees and not people, so to speak. I need to figure out who I am. To sit and type all day, emptying my mind of the tornado of thoughts, always spinning.

I understand that you may not understand, just know that this is something I need To do.