What a long, strange trip this has been. I honestly wish I could make more sense of what happened to me, but in the meantime, the reality is, I'm starting over from scratch—once again. I moved to Florida to get as far away from where I was and what happened as possible, hoping to catch a break and process everything. And although it's indeed palm trees and beaches and beautiful, it's honestly just not for me. So I'm packing up, once again, and this time heading to Virginia to reunite with my friend who's going through a similar life transition. Together, we are going to start our lives over.

All I know is that there's gotta be a reason I'm still here.

I want to get back into my crystals and crafting. I want to get back to positivity. I want to get back to living and loving life again. And one of these days, I'll share the full story and hopefully be a beacon of hope for others ❤️

We've secured a spot to rent and are facing all sorts of move-in costs. Of course, I'll need to cover the gas to make the trip up there, and when I arrive, I will need things like a bed, a dresser—damn near everything. I lost a lot. I sold what I could, and I'm currently working not one but two jobs, driving about an hour to work in Florida, just trying to save up any money I can to make this transition easier for Zen and me.

If you have anything at all to spare, I will be forever grateful. Thank you for your love. Thank you for your support. Thank you for being you.