some people get a haircut. some dye their hair.

some even get a tattoo.

but some turn to (illegal) substances.

me? i left the country because i was heartbroken. i was broken in every way possible. there’s something satisfying and liberating about finding the pieces of my heart in places i visit. travelling puts my broken heart back together.

i booked this trip a few days after i got discharged from the psych ward earlier this year. i was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. not only was i recovering from the hospitalization, i was also recovering from a breakup. this was my ‘eat, pray, love’ trip.

i explored europe by myself for two weeks in early may. it’s so dangerous! that’s so sad! blah blah blah! i don’t really care, to be honest. i think it’s brave. i love travelling solo. i’m left to my own devices, i’m discovering places on my own terms and schedule, and most importantly, i get to meet me again.

rediscovering and re-inventing yourself after big life changes is the key to keep living. it’s the hope for all the hopeless. don’t get me wrong, my ex was a great guy and i wish him all the best in life. but i, personally, got to the point where our memories together consumed me, so i wanted to replace all memories i had with him with ones by myself.

and boy, did it do me wonders! i gained my confidence back. i felt strong, independent, and brave. it made me believe in myself again. when i felt like the world failed me, i turned to myself and i stepped the hell up. i felt like me again.

i’m very happy to share that i finally crossed out some countries and some items off my bucket list!

this trip was very much needed. it only took that one big break but i conquered it. i found the love i was searching for. it was within myself all along.

with grace and grit,

red

♪ now playing: red – taylor swift