All these years I believed keeping thoughts to myself was my strength. But the further away I go, the more I realise how wrong that was. I wish I’d had the courage to speak up before, but I understand that not everything works out the first time around. I left home to find myself and see who I could become – and for every day away, I get closer to accepting that maybe I’m not okay, and maybe I need help. And I hope that’s a first step to figuring things out.