I Moved 2,100 Miles Away After My Family Treated Me Like Free Labor, But the Box I Mailed Back Made Them Finally Face the Truth

4th? Drew’s doing a thing. No greeting. No how are you.

She didn’t even know I was gone.

My therapist in Portland, yes I started therapy for the first time in my life, gave me a journaling exercise. Write what your life would look like in five years if you had stayed.

I sat at my kitchen table and wrote.

I would be driving Mom to appointments while she continue reading …