I’d thought I was brave in leaving, for believing I deserved more. But when I sat down in my crumbling cabin, alone within those four walls, I wondered if I was wrong. If the problem was indeed within me, if I wasn’t worthy of being happy or cherished. Maybe I was a fool for leaving it all, leaving the only family I’d ever known. But I couldn’t change anything about it now. I couldn’t make anyone want me.
