In July of 2013, I put all of my personal belongings in storage, closed down my Venice Beach apartment, got on a plane and flew to my hometown of Boston, to live with my parents. I was 39 years old at the time.
I had just moved to Los Angeles, after living in San Francisco for the previous 12 years. I was excited for the move and ready for a change of scenery; however, the events that took place soon after would send my body into a state of shock and lead my mind to a place of severe unrest.
It was during the first six months of living in LA that two major, life-altering events took place. One, I broke up with the woman who I thought was “the one” and two, I got fired from the job that prompted my move to Southern California.
I felt lost, lonely, scared, desperate, and completely disconnected to any sense of internal stability…..