A ll my life I have been a runner. It became my way to survive. I ran as a child. I made poor choices in my adult life and when things were bad (like feeling threaten) I would run. Sometimes it was my PTSD and sometimes it was real. Running sucks because then what are you going to do. Because of my health I moved into my dad's place. Wow, feeling grateful and wanting to get the hell out of here at the same time has been challenging. But this time I'm going to do it right. I'm too old to hit the streets again. It's taken 1 1/2 yrs to recover with my health and I'm moving into my own place Sept. 1st. Thank You God.