The end of a life

The plane ride to England was probably one of the most uncomfortable flights I’ve ever been on, and no doubt that it was because of my fragile mental state.  Normally, I’m one of those people that can sleep no matter where you put me.  I was once lovingly referred to as an animal because I…

I’m a toe dipper

It may seem like I make grand decisions, but in reality, I’m a total toe dipper.  I know that most of the time, it’s a lot less painful to just jump right in and get the shock over and done with, but my nervous system struggles with such a jolt, even though my mind seems…

Eat, pray, love … But not

When I talked to people about this journey I was about to embark upon, it was uncanny how many people referred to it as my version of Eat, Pray, Love.  I adored the sentiment because Elizabeth Gilbert’s book is still one of my favorites, an entire decade after it was published.  But the reference made…

My unfolding – Part 2

APRIL/MAY After the brutality of my lonely nights, the idea of being immersed in maternal love sounded like the salve my wounded spirit needed.  After a tearful goodbye to the apartment that was my home for the last 4ish years, my clothes and my books as my passengers, I drove to my moms place.  I…

My unfolding – Part 1

When I think about the seven months that progressed before I finally left the states, I see it in my mind as an inverse bell curve.  I started off on a total high from my mind being cracked open and the universe having rushed in, but then the worst depression of my life ensued. DECEMBER/JANUARY…