The forest was quiet tonight, quieter than it had been in awhile. For once I could here the waves of the ocean lapping against the beach. I could hear the rustle of the gentle winds through the trees. I heard the occasional pitter-patter of rain falling off the canopy tree leaves reminding me of that mornings rain. I heard everything. I heard the sounds made by the tiny animals scurrying through the brush now surrounding me. Yet none of this comforted me, nothing could. I felt more alone that night than I had ever felt before, I couldn't take it. I realized through my agony that this was it. The fact I'd been avoiding…I was stranded.

My name is Taylor Woods and this is my story.