Hello, again.

I woke up at 06:04

dreaming of possibilities

My parents still asleep

while I prepared to leave home.

Now I lie awake, at the same time, wondering

if they still remember today

as the echo of the day

I broke free.

snow peacefully falling

sizzling chocolate chip pancakes filled the room

my brother and his friend watching music videos

excited for their breakfast treat

my world stood still –

The time had come to leave for another life

I walked through the neighborhood to the bus station

snow graciously covering my trackseach step taking me further from myself

I was becoming someone else,

a Me I haven’t fully met yet

One who would learn this world is cruel, Learning about chronic abuse and violence I had survived

trust and love are divine substances –

I had none

I changed my appearance at each bus stop towards my destination

a commitment to disappear.

A necessity to slip between worlds.

I sit here writing about this again, alone, separated from the world I once knew

Few have found their exit from themselves

running parallel lives of who they are and who they had to be to survive

I was sent to the hospital for an addiction to work

My soul tired and heart tattered

saving up for a chance to leave everything behind

a final departure of the world I’d known

hospital room 404 became a sanctuary for the kid the world forgot

a tattoo of 404 branded on my wrist,

a reminder that sometimes, it’s okay to lose yourself.

how I never truly belonged in this world, stuck between versions of myself

My dream of moving west, realized

two time zones and two hours from where I began,

deepening the distance from the kid I once was.

the anniversary now slightly off—just as my life has shifted,

forever changed but still me

A crack in time matching the fracture

inside myself.

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Published by: northwoodn0tes

Hi, I’m Alan, and I’m so grateful you’re here. This space is the result of a long, treacherous journey — one marked by survival, healing, and ultimately, freedom. I'm a survivor of sexual assault and domestic violence, experiences that once left me feeling isolated and voiceless. For years, my mental health felt like an endless storm. But through the wreckage, I discovered the profound importance of genuine friendship — those rare connections, both near and far, that see you, believe you, and stand with you. One of my greatest joys now is sondering — pausing to marvel at the rich, complex lives of the people who have crossed my path and helped stitch together the fabric of my healing. Each bond, no matter how brief or lasting, has been a spark of hope. My story is also one of movement — not just emotional, but physical. I made the leap to Colorado, seeking a new chapter and the freedom to live more authentically. Here, among the wide skies and new beginnings, I am reclaiming joy, learning to thrive, and offering my story to others who may need a reminder that freedom is possible. Thank you for being a part of this journey, Mr. Northwood

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