I knew I had to go. I didn’t have anything to “go to” yet. My head said I was stupid. My gut and my soul were already dragging me out of the last of the life I’d lived for 20 years. When something in you knows, but your life hasn’t caught up to that yet? Hasn’t filled in all those “What’s” and “How’s”? I had never done this on my own. I had no idea whether I could. I would wake up with anxiety every day and try to figure out a next step