Disconnect and disassociate yourself from everything and everyone you know.
Just let go. Go. Don’t look back, and see where it takes you. After a year has passed you might feel good enough to come home, or there’s the excitement that you may leave and just stay, and never come home again, either way, you’ll be glad you did it. Having left and gone from being able to decide for yourself after you’ve done your time.
They say that time heals all wounds, well this is a good way to spend that time, what better way to distract yourself from sadness than to fully obligate your crisis to the point where it becomes about survival, making it a total mindfuck about the fact that it’s allowing you to erase your memory and deprogram yourself and rebuild somewhere in the abyss.
Surrendering all control and familiarity, boldly going into the unknown, focusing on your voluntary deportation from your own home, you know you have to go, flights are running on time, ask yourself the question “Can you get here in ten days?”
“Yes I can!”
Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat.
The reading of all good books is indeed like a conversation with the noblest men of past centuries who were the authors of them, nay a carefully studied conversation, in which they reveal to us none but the best of their thoughts.