Three days to drive to California.

Four in the morning with everything I care about shoved into the back of my car. My GPS is mapping the way ahead and with one final glance behind me, I leave my mother behind.

I don't know what changed in me. I don't know what's missing or making me go right now of all times but I'm going.

I am done being trapped in my own home.

I am done being a victim,

I am going to live my life.