I am currently on a beach trip alone.
I used to think that people who go on solo trips are so cool. They are so brave, so kick-ass, so confident, so powerful. I’ve never had that desire to do it. I never had a reason to.
I’ve never wanted to travel alone until I felt … alone.
Grief was so isolating I always find myself looking for time to be by myself.
For there is a different kind of comfort in sitting with your pain without any distractions. Without the need to hold back your tears or without having to worry if you’ve been sad for far too long.
There is healing in getting to see that you’ve changed even if you don’t know how exactly. To know that you’re lost and you don’t have a single clue on what you’re going to do - and being okay with it. In getting to know yourself and befriending yourself better.
Because in being alone, you get to know that the best person to comfort you is YOU.
Your mind, your body, and your heart is the only one that will get you through.
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