I didn’t plan on finding myself in a hammock in Colombia, crying quietly into a journal. I didn’t plan on healing in airports or on balconies. But that’s what travel does when you let it.
Paragraphs:
The Burnout That Broke Me
Like many of us, I was running on fumes—working, people-pleasing, pushing through. Until my body said no. My soul whispered, “Pause.”
The First Healing Trip
I booked a one-way flight to London. Not to escape, but to remember. I walked in gardens. Sat in churches. Wrote letters I never sent. Something in me exhaled.
What Travel Taught Me
- Rest is not a reward; it’s a right.
- You’re allowed to feel without fixing.
- Place holds energy. A city can mirror your soul.
Turning It Into a Practice
That’s how Travapy was born—from personal healing turned sacred service. Now, I hold space for others to do the same.
Closing Reflection:
If you’ve been feeling tired in your spirit, maybe it’s time to go somewhere—outside and inside. Travel with intention. Travel with care. Travel with Travapy.
