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Monday, December 17, 2018

Travelling with Depression

Alone time by the sea can help a lot.
Waking up to the sun shinning through the window, another beautiful day in Australia. What adventurers will there be today? What new amazing memories will I create, that will most likely stay with me for life? 
A smile beaming on my face as I head to the hostel kitchen to make my morning coffee, where I'm met by others as we talk about the possibilities of the day. Laughter and new friendships blossom as the day goes on. 
I am living the dream.

Yet, it's not always like this. 

Sometimes you wake up to feel numb. Empty. With no motivation for the day but you just can't put your finger on it. It's come out the blue. All you want to do its crawl back into the safety of your bunk and hid away from the world. 

Then you start to overthink.
 "You are living the dream, you should be happy"
"This is a once in a life time experience, get out of bed and do something with your day" 
But that just makes it worse. 

I knew when I came to Australia that this would be something I had to face. That there would be same days Or even weeks, where I would get this feeling and I would just have to deal with it the best way I can. 
Society had also put pressure on us with Facebook and instragram to make every day seems like an adventure, if you are not doing anything then is that really traveling? We have to be beach body ready and always ready for the next photo. When in reality it's okay to have lazy days with your hair in a messy bun wearing clothes that really REALLY need to be washed. It's all apart of the journey. 
First time leaving the hostel all day- sat and watched the sunset and talked about life. No massive adventure but still a memory that will stay with me for life.
At the end of this all, you should be proud with yourself. You got here! You though fuck you depression, and you followed your dreams anyway because even though you knew you would have your bad days, the good days and experiences overruled them. 
And that's what matters. That fact that you can look back and remember that even though you had your bad days, you still got up and lived your life. 

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