This is exactly what happened to me once I left home. The plan I had FAILED and going back home wasn't and option. I've never been a quitter or some one who just gives up and falls into a depression but I was finding myself dealing with anxiety, something I had never experienced before. I had no idea what my next move was going to be but I knew I had to move fast because I had no where to go and nobody to help. When you find yourself spending the night at a strangers house you realize "this cant be my life".
Back on Interstate 95 heading North I stopped at my Aunts house along the way. Little did I know this would become my permanent home and the beginning of a brand new life. I settled into my new place and as usual fell back into that same routine, working, partying and bad friends. You would think by now that I would have figured out that this wasn't the life for me, but I continued on and for a little while things seemed to be ok until life smacked me in the face. Ever felt like your problems were just too much, like things never seem to go right? That was the path I was heading down. I had reached a point where I was just tired of all the nonsense, this wasn't the life I wanted to live. I knew I couldn't make the change on my own, was I weak? No! But its so much easier to do the wrong things than it is to do what's right. I knew I had to find a way to figure out what my life's purpose was really about, and that's when I decided I was going to go to church.