Hi there!
When I was 20, I ran away from home.
No, not in the living on the streets, face on a milk carton kind of way. Instead, I walked away from my family and most of my friends to make a new life 900 miles away in Tennessee.
It was 100% a bipolar episode, though my diagnosis wouldn’t come until three years later.
I needed out, so I ran.
Fortunately, God was looking out for me, and everything fell into place. I found work, starting my own business, and created a chosen family of wonderful friends near my new home.
My move crushed my parents. What they didn’t understand–what I didn’t even understand–was it was the best thing. I had resurfacing memories of trauma tormenting me, and I needed a safe place to work through them.
“When a flower doesn’t bloom, you fix the environment in which the flower grows not the flower”
- Alexander Den Heijer
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