A broken heart is never a pleasant experience. Unfortunately, many peopleÂ will go through one at some point in life.Â Whether it is due to the end of a relationship or the death of a family member, Â most of us go through something hard in life.
Everyone has a way of coping with their broken heart – eating ice cream, Â heavy drinking, Â partying, hooking up with hot strangers etc… But something that I found helpful in my time of need has been travel.
If you are a long time reader, then you know that I have a huge background within the travel industry. I grew up with a family that loved to travel and I have been traveling since I was in my mothers womb. Travel is a huge part of me, Â but it wasn’t always like that.
I wasn’t always focused on travel, but when my first love walked out of my life, I knew I had to find myself again. My first heart break was one of the worst things I had ever experienced. I was 20 and I couldn’t figure out what had happened. I was so connected toÂ this one person and as soon as they walked out, Â I felt like I couldn’t function anymore. I couldn’t breathe and I would get some serious anxiety attacks. I couldn’t sleep, Â I couldn’t eat, Â I couldn’t even think… On top of all that, I felt a lot like a loner.
most of us goÂ through some sort of heart break, Â but at that time I couldn’t see that. I thought I was the only one going through it and that no one could ever understand what I felt. My mother tried to help me, but I was too far gone with sadness… The person I thought of as my best friend had left me. Well to make this story short, Â my mother did what any travel mama would have probably done, she took me on a trip.
At first, I didn’t think it would help me with my heart break, but as I began exploring my surroundings in Connecticut and Rhode Island, I started to feel whole again.
Traveling may be hard because the person is still in our thoughts, Â but when you really sit down and enjoy your surroundings, Â there is a certain warmth that enters the heart and it feels as though a burden hasÂ lifted.
This is exactly what happened to me. I was in Rhode Island walking outside of the The Breakers, which is a Vanderbilt mansion, as I looked at the amazing view I had, something was triggered. AÂ sense of calm, joy and happiness all flooded in and I found myself smiling. For the first time in months I felt happy.
Traveling to cure a broken heart may not be for everyone, but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t work. It works for some of us, and in my case it definitely worked for me. That wasn’t the only time I’ve had my heart broken, but it was one of the most memorable moments because it was then that I fell in love again…not with anyone, but with travel.
Travel can cure a broken heart, if you give it a chance, and remember that sometimes things end for a reason and better things will come along the way.