14 ... Gabriel MorrisI felt anything but good. Though part of me had managed to ac-
cept that what I was going through must have a purpose of some
kind, this in no way erased the bizarre and challenging nature of
what I was experiencing. And yet, something had definitely shifted.
Within myself I had resolved, for the time at least, to live.
The next day, I called my dad. He had found a cheap one-way
flight from Austin back to San Francisco, and wanted to know if he
should buy it for me. I told him, “Sure.” Two days later—the day
before Christmas—I was on my way back home.