Solo Travel For the Emotionally Unstable

Traveling alone is hard. Traveling alone with a history of mental illness can be hellish. There are days when all I want is to go home, sleep in my own bed, and hang out with friends who I know I won’t have to say goodbye to in a few days.

Unfortunately, I don’t know where home is anymore, and even if I did, I don’t think I’m ready to go there yet. I have things to undo, things to learn, ways in which I desperately need to grow. I need to learn to be okay with solitude and to take care of myself without relying too heavily on other people.

I have slept in 20 different beds since June 27.

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Barcelona, in sum.

 I am having a rough day. I went back to Sagrada Familia this morning and prayed for the second time in a week. I’m not a God person, but I make exceptions.

I’ve learned that when it feels like the world is falling apart, it’s important to consider vulnerability factors in order to gain an understanding of what’s happening and why. So here are mine:

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