Sometimes solo travel feels incredibly lonely. I had been out of my home country for 5 months (the longest ever) and I was missing family, friends, and familiarity. I never thought I’d miss routine, but in that moment, I wanted something stable. I didn’t want to keep making major decision every single day.
I posted my blog about feeling depressed on day five of my travels. I felt vulnerable and embarrassed. Then I sat in awe of the scenery and reminded myself that the reason I’m blogging about my trip is because I want people to experience what I’m experiencing.
Feeling this incredible darkness made me unable to feel anything else. I hated that I couldn’t stop it, that I couldn’t fix it. I hated not being in control. I felt alone, deeply alone.