The Journey To Find Freedom

Elliot had always felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. At sixteen, he couldn’t remember a time when his mind wasn’t a whirlwind of doubts, fears, and dreams too big for the small town he called home. His days were a blur of school corridors filled with unkind whispers and nights of lying awake, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, hoping they would form some sort of map to freedom.



Elliot’s yearning wasn’t just for escape from his surroundings, but from the storm raging inside his head. The doctors called it anxiety and depression, but to him, it was a labyrinth—a twisting maze that he couldn’t navigate no matter how hard he tried. And so, one day, he packed a small bag, scribbled a note that said, “I need to find myself,” and stepped onto the first bus out of town.



The road stretched endlessly before him, a ribbon of possibility. His journey began without a clear destination, just an aching need to find something—or someone—to soothe the chaos within.