As I get ready to move out of my apartment and back into my house, it brings me back to a place that is quite painful. It's the place where my downfall in life really began. The triggers. The memories. And now the loneliness is going to make this experience a tough one for me. You see, the house started off as a beacon of joy. It was basically a new beginning. I just got married. Our kids were both going to be starting in school, and they brought a lot of promise. But many dominoes started to fall over. For one, I completely lost my identity and didn't really know who I was, and I was following trends and packs of people I saw in our area and on social media. I also began to learn about the toxic nature of the community that we were residing in. Sociological differences aside, it was not welcoming. We had a very difficult time making friendships. We always found ourselves catering to many people but never receiving any of that love back for us. And it took a toll on...
