by making a move to somewhere a long way from home but, inevitably, that baggage seems to find its way right back to us Sometimes, it seems so easy to fall into the same patterns of anxiety and sadness, to let ourselves come back over and over to the darkness because that is what were used to. I have found myself saying that I do not know who I will be if Im not depressed or anxious, and until now, its a continuous decision not to succumb to that way of thinking.