How travel made anxiety go all drama on my life // FEARamondo #4

If I got one euro every time I saw a blog post title like “how travel helped cure my anxiety” and I’d buy pizza from that money – I’d end up with more pizza than I could eat (a lot). What I’m trying to say is: Travel seems to work magic for many sufferers of anxiety, depression or whatever other mental condition. When searching the internet for contrary experiences though, there isn’t much to be found. Or there wasn’t until now.

As I’ve described in the last posts, anxiety first crept into my life when I was in my late teens. It struck me most when I was attending school so you can imagine what a relief it was to leave school after graduating. The only thing on the horizon for me these days was freedom, I had zero situations ahead to be anxious about. No classes, presentations, exams, not even a mandatory church service. Instead, I packed my bags to travel with my best friend at that time.

We were two clueless teenagers who would leave home for the first time to travel around the world for ten months – so I’m not going to pretend like there was nothing to be afraid of. There were my first long-haul flights, unknown places, cultures, people, so many challenges and unexpected turns. Of course I was nervous and of course, I was worried that shit wouldn’t work out or that I’d miss home or miss flights. I was nervous about almost everything – but I wasn’t anxious.

When we left Germany in August and wouldn’t return home until the next summer, I waved my anxiety goodbye as I left my family and friends at the airport in Frankfurt. I almost saw her standing there next to them, a greyish image of myself, pale and sulking because she had to stay behind while I was setting out, all excitement and thrill.


I remember very closely how freeing it was to be without her (my anxiety is a she now, so I’ll just stick with it). I could be lost in the wildest traffic in Delhi, sleeping under the stars in a Rajasthani dessert somewhere, be on a boat in Mumbai, on a scooter in Bali, hike National parks full of crocodiles in Australia, jump in the craziest waves in Hawaii – and she could not touch me. When after two months we made our way to Australia and settled a bit to make some money, I was expecting to meet her again, as if she’d given me some time off to have fun but was ready to take over now that I slowed down.

I looked for her behind the counter of the bakery I started working in. On the trains I took to get to Sydney that took over an hour to get there and had no toilets. I even looked for her at church where I went with my friend’s wonderful family who opened their home and hearts for us. The services lasted for hours and I even participated in some performance once, in front of everybody, like a normal person – and nothing. I wasn’t anxious. She wasn’t there.

I figured that all of these things that would have definitely had an impact on me at home didn’t bother me here because people didn’t know me. There was no pressure on me to be myself and my fullest self at any given point because they didn’t know my fullest self. The people at the bakery didn’t know that I was outgoing and talkative and really good around customers, so I didn’t fear that I’d be awkward and inappropriate and give a bad impression of myself, because even if I happened to be awkward and inappropriate they couldn’t know that I was acting strangely out of character and judge me for that because THEY DIDN’T KNOW ME. Does that make any sense to you? I’m not even sure if it does for me, but I’m pretty sure that’s what made all the difference for me. I could finally be myself because no one expected me to. It was glorious.

Me enjoying a coconut and unrestricted mental health.

Apart from those three months of Sydney-bound working and family experience, we spent most of the time with very little constants. We spend no more than one week in a place and usually less. We bought and lived in a white Toyota Camry for three months. We pitched tents wherever we thought we wouldn’t be caught (but we were). We had a barbecue every other day and lived off pasta, toast and cheap wine on every other. We drove around and stopped wherever we wanted, we swam in the ocean, we hiked when we felt like it (not too often) and met people every day (some of which will be friends forever). It was utmost freedom.

There was no reason to be anxious at all.

And that was exactly the problem.


You know how they say with anxiety, the more things you stop doing because they scare you, the less you’ll find yourself able to do? It’s like you have to fight through things that scare you every day to push back the boundaries of your comfort zone, or they’ll soon come closing in on you.

When I came back home after not having felt any panic that I remembered from my school days in almost a year, I had no idea how small my comfort zone had become. I wouldn’t even call it a zone anymore, it was more of a comfort spot. A very small spot. Every time I moved towards the edges of it, my anxiety would jump at me with a new-won force. Like she’d been waiting for me to return and secretly been practising completely new ways to make my life miserable.

I reached a point where I couldn’t have dinner with my family at our dining room table because I felt so pressured from me expecting me to be me, to be normal. It was horrendous. I was feeling sick all the time. I constantly felt like people were looking at me, judging me. The fact that I’d gained almost 15 kilos while traveling didn’t help either because, OF COURSE, people were looking. I’d been away for a long time and I’d changed a lot – of course, they were looking. But I couldn’t handle any of it.

One day I walked through the city with a very close friend, one of the few people I felt comfortable around at that time. She sort of knew what was going on with me because I’d tried to explain it to her, and even though she understood none of it, she took me seriously and I’ll be forever thankful for that. We walked into a local bookshop, a long stretch of a place, I think we were there for nothing in particular, and when I reached the middle of the shop where the cash registers were, panic struck me like a brick in the face.

I couldn’t breathe properly, my sweaty hands were aimlessly running through the stacks of books and there I was, back in the old history classroom again, not knowing how to stay or how to flee. Only that now, I was in a shop and under zero pressure from anyone, free to leave whenever I wanted to. The walls were closing in on me – and I knew it.

Lucky me that I was allowed in this temple in Bali for several reasons.

Feeling any of this? Some tips for… traveling with anxiety:

  • If you ask me: Travel is ALWAYS a good idea. So first of all, don’t hesitate to travel even when you have mental health issues and don’t let anyone discourage you from doing it (not even me and my discouraging blog post).
  • Try and not leave your problems at home like I did, as it will only make them much bigger once you return. Instead, maybe try to take these issues with you and use your new perspective to learn look at them differently, too.
  • If you plan on traveling for a longer period of time, make sure to challenge yourself from time to time. Travel itself is of course always a challenge, but what I mean is something more specific to what triggers your anxiety. I’m sure if I had tried to “stay in contact” with my issues more when I was abroad instead of only enjoying their absence, they would not have hit me as hard when I came back home.

This post is part of series I am writing about anxiety and the many ways it has interacted with my life so far. Anything I write here is my personal experience and thus just one little dot in the whole picture that can be painted about mental health issues. If you have any questions, concerns or personal experiences you would like to share, feel free to leave me a comment below.

14 thoughts on “How travel made anxiety go all drama on my life // FEARamondo #4

  1. Thank you for writing and sharing such a detailed post about your experiences with anxiety. I also deal with anxiety, and I know how challenging facing it can be. Again, thank you.

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    1. Thank you for your comment and sorry for my late response. Sorry to hear you’re dealing with these issues as well, but of course I’m pleased to know that you have been able to identify with my text a bit. Wishing you all the best 🙂


  2. Wonderful personal post. I am always a bit skeptical about posts claiming travel fixed their anxiety or depression. Travel is indeed great, but if you use it to run away from your problems they will not dissapear. You might temporarily not think about them as long as you are on the road, but they will come back, unless you use the time to travel as reflection on your issues back home.

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    1. Hi Ellis, thank you so much for your comment and sorry for not getting back to you any earlier. You are absolutely right in saying that using travel as a method of running away will only make things worse. I had to learn that the hard way I guess. I’m glad you enjoyed my post, thank you again for reaching out!


  3. Really brave post to share – and thank you for doing so. I look forward to reading the next ones in the series. I agree: there are so many phrases about travel ‘curing’ different elements of ourselves, but we always take ourselves with us…we can’t run, just because we’re in a different part of the world.
    I don’t have anxiety to the extent described here – but I do understand about expectations from others, especially family expectations in my respect. It took me to really strong and put my foot down, show them I knew what I was doing with my life was right for me, not necessarily them…and I think it filtered through in the end.

    Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Hi Rebecca, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to reach out. I’m more than happy to know that you have enjoyed my post and hope you’ve made it through to the rest of my little series 😉 I 100% agree with you that we can never use travel as a method of running, because there’s so running from yourself… not really, at least.
      The choice you made sounds very brave and inspiring, hope you’re happy living the life you wanted for yourself instead of one others might have wanted for you. Kudos! All the best to you 🙂


  4. Such an insightful and introspective post. My anxiety does seem to worsen the more I allow myself to avoid situations I’m afraid of. I couldn’t agree with you more that it is a daily battle and you can’t just run to another country to avoid it. Thank you for sharing your story!

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    1. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. Sorry to hear that you’re experiencing similar issues, but I think you are right by calling it a daily battle that we must fight. I wish you all the best and hope you’ll get better!


  5. A well thought out blog. I understand part of what you feel. I used to be anxious prior to my long term move to Spain. I was the person that craved perfection so I got anxious all the time when things didn’t go my way. Living abroad for 2 years thought me to live the best moment I have. Thanks for your post.

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    1. Hi Kareemah, thank you for reading and reaching out. It sounds like you know your share of anxiety really well. It’s interesting how moving abroad pushes us to confront ourselves with our fears, isn’t it? I’m glad to hear you’ve learned such a valuable lesson from life abroad. Wishing you all the best 🙂

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  6. It is a wonderful and personal post. I’m glad I do not have to deal with anxiety but I’m sure your article is very inspiring for people having anxiety. Thanks for sharing

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    1. Thank you for reading and commenting, Nicola, I appreciate that you took the time. More than happy to know that my post can resonate well with people who do not know anxiety themselves. I’m glad if I could bring some of it across and hope that this will be your only experience with anxiety altogether 🙂 All the best to you!


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