Continuing with our wrap-up of 2016 by looking at things that are good, we have this story from Katie. Thank you for submitting, Katie! And we would love your new stories through December 16, send them on to firstname.lastname@example.org. #soblessed
I moved to California at 19 in a desperate adventure to help my mental illness. I didn’t know anyone. I fled from home and stayed in Los Angeles for about two years. I went to AA, several therapists and psychiatrists, treatment centers, and transitional homes. I was trying anything and everything to get better.
I was alone in a strange city trying to find happiness. I didn’t find happiness in the centers or homes or in a Dr’s office. I found it in the phone calls to my mother back home. I found support in her voice almost 900 miles away. It took me two years to realize that all I ever needed was the support from family which I had all along. I learned a lot living in LA but the most important thing I learned was that nothing will ever replace the love of a mother.