“The Tickets We Book When We’re Broken”

Subtitle: Some trips are about adventure. Others are about survival.

She didn’t tell anyone she was leaving.
Not because she wanted to disappear.
But because she didn’t have the energy to explain.

There was no “I just need a break” post.
No countdown. No bucket list. No Pinterest board.
Just a quiet morning. A suitcase. And a deep, desperate need to breathe.

By the time her plane left the runway, she still didn’t know where she was going only that staying was no longer an option.

Some people travel for fun. Others travel to feel again.

You see the pictures and the reels: sunsets, wine glasses, city lights.
You think, “She’s living.”
But what you don’t see is what led her to that seat on the plane.

Maybe it was heartbreak.
Maybe it was grief.
Maybe it was the kind of loneliness that even group chats couldn’t fix.

But one thing was certain something inside her had cracked.
And travel became her way of stitching it back together.

 She didn’t plan much  just packed the pain and left.

No itinerary.
No hotel booked beyond night one.
She wasn’t looking for a perfect trip.
She was looking for space.
To be lost. To cry in peace. To wake up in a new place without needing to explain why she was quiet.

Sometimes, you don’t travel to explore.
Sometimes, you travel to survive yourself.

And then… something shifts.

It’s subtle.
You wake up to soft light instead of alarms.
You taste food again. Not just eat.
You smile at a stranger, and for the first time in weeks it feels real.

The pain doesn’t vanish.
But it loosens its grip.

And in the middle of a city you don’t know, surrounded by people who don’t expect anything from you…
you start to remember who you were before everything broke.

 Travel won’t fix everything. But sometimes, it saves you.

It gives you space.
Silence.
A blank page when life feels like scribbles.

So if you’re sitting somewhere today burnt out, heartbroken, numb and wondering if it’s crazy to book that ticket?

It’s not.

Sometimes, the most honest thing you can do is leave.
Not to run away.
But to find the version of you that still knows how to come back alive.