Occasionally, I will have other guests talk about their journeys. They may be different than mine. They may be similar to mine. But they are still each persons stories. 


One time in Europe...

I went to England for two weeks once. I was paired with two amazing woman to share a room with. Little did I know that we would have so much in common. We all suffered from depression and anxiety and we all had our run arounds with suicide. 

That trip is one I will never forget.

I found myself in Europe.

I knew who I was to become, and who I had to stop pretending to be.


I changed. 

I broke.

But, I lived on.