I went through every cause I could think of, but nothing could explain it. The feeling passed and I packed up and went home. A few hours later I was sitting in my bedroom, also working (which is pretty much all I did those days), when out of nowhere I felt an sharp, piercing pain in my left side body. The pain was followed by nausea, dizziness, chills, and very nearly fainting. I shuffled toward the living room in a confused stupor and nearly collapsed on the couch. I look...


I'm a pisces. (That's right, I'm going full hippie on you all). I'm a pisces and therefore have an unshakable connection with water. Nothing revives me after a rough day as much as sitting in a warm shower and feeling the water patter on my back. As a kid, I used to complain that I had a February birthday because all I wanted to do for my birthday was have a pool party. My dad used to get angry with me for playing barefoot in the rain in the dead of winter....


Getting diagnosed with OCD was not easy. Traveling with OCD is even harder.


Generally, my depression stays at bay when I travel. In fact, travel is one of the many tools I use to cope with depression. But when it does hit while I am abroad, it is the worst.


Depression is messy. Travel is messy. Let's just say life is messy. But that doesn't mean it is any less beautiful!


Is my wanderlust escapism? Does that make it a problem?


Mental illness is hard. Sometimes travel helps.


You never know what curve balls are going to show up on travel day.

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