Dorothy doesn’t leave on purpose. She gets pulled out of everything familiar by a force she didn’t ask for and couldn’t control. That detail matters. Because in my experience, the journey back to yourself rarely begins with a brave decision. It begins with a disruption. A moment where the life you’d been carefully maintaining suddenly can’t hold its shape anymore. Not a dramatic collapse — just a quiet internal knowing. Something has to change. You don’t know what yet. You just know.