Whenever I have to travel out of station and leave my family behind, it feels like I’m leaving a part of me behind, as if I am dying just a little bit. I’m reluctant to do so. It’s mighty uncomfortable. I don’t know if it is a part of having BPD or just being me but I certainly don’t enjoy it. I love traveling to different places but I just hate the start of it when I am feeling all sentimental.
I wonder if I’ll ever feel normal about traveling except for when I am with my family. Or maybe I am just overthinking again.