Runnaways Runaway --> Stop Running

I was taken advantage of as a child. Like many early addicts I learned to "runaway". But as a child, I didn't throw on my shoes, pack a bag and go...though I dreamt about it obsessively. Instead, I lived deep within my mind. No one could get me there, and it was something I learned no one could take away from me.

Inevitably, I became lost. Lost in a fantasy world. And when high school ended, I was getting pushed into a world I was not happy to accept as mine own and felt forced be someone I was not. Drugs increased and I ran harder.

If you are reading this, you are a born runner like me. Our stories may differ, as well as our methods of escape, but nonetheless, I emplore and urge you to instead, stop and slowly rediscover where you belong. It's gonna take time, it won't be easy, but eventually you will find your home. Lost souls looking for homes will build homes together. 

1 - 3 close friends, 8 people to explore this life with and some cats? 😆.. Maybe it's just me. But that sounds nice. And it's been starting to come together. Pick and choose wisely, move on when necessary, but know that you'll get who you deserve. Trust that they will love you for you.

Good things take time and you have to work for it. You get, to work, for it.