A Solo Travellers Mind

It’s peculiar, planning on moving away while you are completely and utterly unhappy with life, to then moving away when you are truly content. My plans were put on hold, and in that year my life became the most amazing perfect thing I could ever imagine. Even after years of self hate and mental issues I was truly happy. Leaving that behind is heartbreaking, it’s like walking away from everything you’ve worked for. But I’m walking away to live the life I’ve wished for. I think it’s difficult, being a child of a disadvantaged background and trying to connect with people, but back home I had people that understood the pain, not necessarily on a personal level but could comprehend what I was feeling. And now I’ve left that, that safety net, to meet completely new people that quite frankly won’t understand. I am a happy person, truly I am, but I’m also a broken and hurt individual, and walking away from the set of people that got that, and understood my breakdowns… Well its hard.