I struggled to sleep that evening. No matter what I did, or how I laid, there was simply too much that was wrong, too much that was clouding my mind. Nothing felt right, like it was working out the way that it was supposed to. I would be lying if I said that I felt at peace about being here, because truth be told, it was the last thing that I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than to be able to drift off into sleep—I knew that at least then I wouldn’t find myself in the position where I was struggling to block out all of these invasive thoughts.
I felt like I was stuck in a loop, a loop of leaving places and then going to other places where I ended up feeling exactly as I had felt when I had left the previous one. I knew that I was only digging an even deeper pit for myself by thinking
