The Long Way
In 2013 I felt lost...
I was depressed and could barely get myself out of bed to go to class. College did not feel like the place for me, and I had no direction. I was helpless and hopeless. Weeks would go by where I felt terrible and useless. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get out of the rut.
I decided I would leave money and food at home and hop on a freight train and hitchhike from Savannah GA to NYC to try and jolt some life back into my limp self. I figured maybe I could find people who had it all figured out, who knew what they were doing and could lend me some insight into how to get better. As I met and befriended strangers over that tiresome and anxious 1000 mile journey, I found that everyone I encountered felt just as lost as I did. No matter what age, what ethnicity, or where they came from, everyone was just trying their best to hold it all together and feel normal; which helped me put less pressure on myself to feel like I should know exactly what I’m doing.