I'm moving into my own apartment this coming weekend. I haven't lived on my own since 2010, when I became disabled. Both excited and terrified at the same time. The reason I had a psychotic break was due to living on my own thousands of miles away from my family and I couldn't handle it. I'm terrified I can't handle this, even though now I'll only be half an hour away. While I'm scared of ending up in the hospital, I also want to take the plunge because I need to be independent. I need to get away from my parents.

I am trying to tap into the girl who decided to move to Texas from NY because she was in love, and to attend grad school. That kind of fearlessness.