I love Nashville so far. I love the city, the people, the atmosphere, just everything. It fits me so well with where I am in my life. I've met some really great people, and I love my job. My new place is adorable and suits me in my newly single life with Cooper.

I wanted so badly to be away from everything and everyone. Now I have it, and all I can think about is how no one has heard from my brother in weeks. No matter how far away I move, it will never stop. When you care about someone, distance does nothing to lessen the hurt. I've been working insane hours, taking classes, going out for drinks, sightseeing, buying everything on Groupon in hopes that I can start this new life that doesn't revolve around my brother's addiction and the way it's affected my family, but weighs on my heart everyday. I would give up my independence and this new lease on life if it meant my family could be whole again. I'd give up everything, everything. Will it ever stop?