So I made it out to Colorado to visit my parents and other family. I'll be here until next Sunday.
I was, as usual, extremely nervous about the trip. Not the visit itself, but the plane ride out here....but of course I made it safely.
Ever since I was a kid I've had a fear of flying. I do realize it's an irrational fear, much like my fear of heights (and even spiders!).
I also realize I shouldn't be complaining at all while many people on DF don't even have supportive parents to visit...in fact I feel very guilty about posting this.
It is very nice out here. The change of scenery has come at a good time for me as I've recently been coming out of a bad depression. How will I feel 6 days from now when I'm back at home? Likely not good, but I'm really trying not to think about that, I'm trying to enjoy myself out here.
I discovered some interesting things while talking to my mom the other night. Apparently my family history is filled with mental illness. I knew that my mom's side of the family has a history of depression and anxiety, but I found out that there are also relatives who have been hospitalized with psychosis and schizophrenia...one particular relative actually disappeared and no one knows what happened to him.
Anyway, this has reaffirmed the fact that I have inherited my illness. Depression, anxiety, psychosis, alcoholism, and who knows what else are all visible on my family tree. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I'm not even worse off.
So, yeah, I am having fun on vacation. I'm now used to the -2 hour time zone change (I slept most of the first day), and I saw a bear today! :) Pretty cool.
Thanks for reading. Hope all are doing ok, even though I know some of you are not.
Best wishes from Colorado