Part of my journey

Unwanted Accomplice

Bipolar Disorder

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My first attempt at college did not go well. The second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth time went even worse. In a desperate final attempt, I boarded a plane to England, trod where Robin Hood trod, got mugged, loved long distance, and learned the meaning of a last call. Then one day, I found myself homesick.