I am uncertain as to exactly why I left my mother’s home for the streets of Hollywood when I was 12. Was the pain of staying so great I was forced or was the allure of freedom so enticing I was compelled? Maybe it was the combination of the two, but for whatever reason that is what I did.
It was hard. I had no means, no skills and no armor. My mother tried to get me to come home, with varying degrees of success, but really it was never the same. Like a combat veteran I couldn’t fit back in to civilian life.
When you choose a path through the dark woods sometimes you get lost. No one will come to rescue you, you have to find your own way, but without a guide mistakes will be made. Do your best little girl and don’t give up, there is a warm home waiting for you just over the hill.