The prodigal

I am the prodigal. I join countless others in an attempt to bury ourselves in something new.

I know that nothing is truly new. I know that troubles never go away, they simply change. But I still ran away. I had to get out, I had to have change, I needed a chance to survive. Having the same old fight, thinking the same old things, feeling the same old way was wearing through my heart. I had to escape.

I want to pretend that it doesn't hurt. I want to act like everything is vastly better.

Things ARE better. I have hope. I have space to dream and aspire. I am on a bold new adventure. But it still hurts. I still cry when I have time to myself.

Sometimes I cry because I want more - and who am I to dare want more than freedom?
Sometimes I cry because of the the hurt I have caused others.
Sometimes I cry because I don't know what else to do.

I am flooded with emotions and can process only so much at a time.

But I am good. I am beginning to write my own story. I'm scared, worried, excited... and good.


Here starts my story...