A Solo Travellers Mind

You can’t run. I’ve always known you can’t. But for some reason, I thought I could. I convinced myself that I could escape the thoughts in my brain. Travelling the world for 4 months will do that though. You’re so busy seeing the world, meeting amazing people, and seeing amazing things that the demons that haunt you are at bay. But the minute you stop, whether that be at home, or 12,500 miles away, they reappear. And suddenly, you can’t run.
And the thing about these demons is that they are normal. They are always there. Day to day, they become your friend. But when life becomes hard, when shit happens and suddenly you feel like you can’t breathe. That’s when they aren’t your friend. That’s when they sit on your chest as your struggle for breath. That’s when they hold you down and drown you.
And just because the demons are there, it doesn’t mean life is bad. But it means life is harder. And in those moments, you have to hold on. Hold on to reality, hold on to what’s around you, hold on to the good. You hold on to that shit like your life depends on it. Because if not, those demons, well, they may just destroy you.

I am okay. I will be okay x