Traveling allows me to escape myself. Escaping myself means I get to be carefree. I get to let go of any thoughts, any problems, any anxieties that weigh me down and keep me awake at night. Escaping myself means I get to be truly happy, even for a day.
When I climbed my mother mountain, I was still in denial. I cried so many times. So. Many. Fucking. Times. But unlike in the movies where the characters let out their bottled up emotions by screaming and shouting and swearing and cussing, I did it in silence.