What is this detour?

A year ago, I was dancing to a different tune. Happiness was more than just a word; it was a vivid sensation, deeply felt. I was happy, and I felt all emotions. Strongly really. Life had its familiar grooves, its reassuring routines. Every moment felt so tangible. Almost as if the world sat right at my fingertips. But as the months went by after I moved to Florida and moved in with a not so pleasant person, a shift began. The life I knew, so clear and certain, started to slip through my fingers. Now I find myself daydreaming about my past life, having no certainty it will be the same again. There are no crossroads for me. I’m barely on a road. Maybe a rocky trail; half of the trail is unwalkable.

I’m in California now. Lost & alone.