You said that you wanted to explore our newfound independence and experience the world around you. We parted ways- you choosing a path that you knew youβd take, while I was left to shovel my own path out of the wilderness that now surrounded me. Iβve been stumbling around for months now, and I have the cuts and bruises to show for it; I am spent and at the last reserves of patience and hope. My heart feels like a broken compass and Iβm not sure that I ought to be following it, but I sure as hell donβt know my way out of this mess.