I Swept My Issues Under a Rug And Ran Away, Again

I Swept My Issues Under a Rug And Ran Away, Again

So, here I am, curled up in another ball, on another floor, having another panic attack. I ran away. I ran away from where I was running away to. When I signed up for staying in Nassau to help take care of a family friend's kids, I was running away from my present life. And now, here I am running away. Again. I chose to travel because I want to be outside of my comfort zone, to see new and different ways of living, to expand my Self, something different that let's me know I am moving forward, to learn who I am. Now that I am here--and uncomfortable--I don't feel like I'm learning anything. I just feel like I'm fucking up and making poor choices. As much as I hate to admit it, I made a couple of mistakes since coming here. And all the while I have felt very unsettled. And it's my fault! I've never lived in someone else's home...
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