Can I be the only person who hates going on holiday?
I’m on holiday right now (a place people would consider a lovely, tropical location) and I loathe every second of it.
The whole time I’m on holiday I go between being depressed or spending my time thinking about cool and interesting places to visit at that destination and they never live up to the hype. I never find the places with the incredible food and culture people talk about and generally just find them a wash out.
Some of it is definitely down to my complete lack of self worth (working on that in therapy) whereby I’m convinced I don’t deserve nice things so sabotage them and make them miserable experiences.
But honestly as soon as I land somewhere I am in a total funk, get massively depressed and hate every part of it. We arrived two days ago and I haven’t even left our room once.
I have been on holidays where I actively try not to be this way (and I’m not like this during my “normal” day to day life) but always within 24 hours I’m depressed and miserable. It’s not that I miss home, it’s just like a switch flicks the second I step off the plane and BOOM I am depressed.
I feel so my bad because my husband deserves a good holiday and to have fun. But so far I’m wrapped up in the bedroom watching Netflix.
Has anyone overcome this?