My essay is about being alone. Being by myself is one thing. But after losing my mother, I was alone in a way I couldn’t comprehend, couldn’t fathom. And I overcame it by getting lost in the woods, on my bike and seeking out that space where I was truly alone for the first time in my life.
Here is how it changed me, what I saw, what I felt, what I feared, what I overcame, what I cherished. I hope this spring you’ll find time to get out in the woods and get lost, just like I did.