Hey blogosphere! Also Happy 4th July to all my readers who are from America. This post is my first official guest post featured on this blog. By official I mean a whole post written by themselves rather than a Q&A or interview.
Since my recent travel excursion was to Ireland I thought it would be very fitting to have an Irish travel blogger: Anne Carty, who discusses about her challenges with mental health, being diagnosed with depression and how travelling has helped tackle it.
She’s also touched on the issue before really well in a post on her own blog and I advise you give it a read yourself.
As a person with social anxiety and surrounded with friends and family with mental illnesses the subject mental health is something that means a lot to me and I’m glad many bloggers and content creators, along with Anne and myself, have some form of a platform to use to bring awareness to it, not to mention how almost invisible the scars and injuries of a mental health condition present to the casual eye compared to a physical injury.
Here’s her piece:
Hi guys! I’m Anne from www.foreverthewanderer.ie/wp. Thank you Johnny for allowing me to
guest post on your blog! Today I’m going to discuss how traveling has helped my depression. I love travelling and my mental health is very important to me so I’m glad my mental illness doesn’t affect my passion for travel.
Depression. What is it? To me it is being stuck in a black hole that is never ending and non relenting, you are frozen under the demon who’s taking over your mind. Feeling like this has always been a part of my life but was never given a name until last year when I finally spoke to my doctor. Being diagnosed was a relief yet a burden. I was diagnosed with a mental illness and I knew I’d be looked down upon and stigmatized. I felt alone, like I had no one in my corner, like I was the only one in the world who was feeling the way I did but I soon began to realise that ,
that wasn’t the case at all. I soon learned that thousands of people felt the exact same way as I: sad, lonely, miserable and worthless.
A few months later I was invited over to the UK. This would be my first time leaving Ireland in over ten years! I was terrified yet excited about this adventure. For the first time in a long time I felt wanted and excited. I had to get the form to renew my passport and organise my flights and spending money that I needed. I also needed to research how to go through the airport easily and what I was allowed to pack. All this planning gave me something to focus on. I had future
plans when I believed I had none. I was so focused on the planning that I didn’t even think much of my depression during this planning period. It gave me a sense of purpose and happiness.
Travelling gave me my freedom to experience new things and explore the world. I never had the chance to do this before so it was amazing. I wasn’t stuck inside my head feeling sorry for myself or even sad or lonely. I was free to do what I wanted for the first time in my life. I could choose where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do.
I’m not a huge socialiser but while I was travelling I began talking to people and actually being sociable it was a really good feeling to be able to talk to strangers who didn’t know about me or my mental health problems. It was really refreshing! It has helped me with communication when I returned home which helped reduced my anxiety towards work and being outside in public with
the possibility of meeting new people. Due to this I could relax and not worry about having anxiety that was uncontrollable around people which in turn also helped with my depression because I felt good each time I could socialise.
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