And so it has begun. That inner deafening scream that inhibits my ability to hear my own thoughts. That fearful cry because I’m afraid the need for deliverance surpasses my strength to save myself this time. And the all to familiar truth that there is no one else, just me. Cancel plans, sever friendships, despise myself. You remember, don’t you? How can you forget? It’s the road to home, yeah youve left before and you’ve been found. It will be weeks before someone calls your name and realizes your not here. By then it won’t matter. Now buckle up we’ve begun our descend to distrubia.