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Growing Pains: On Navigating Depression and Imposter Syndrome While Abroad 

When I was a child, it was always my dream to travel the world. No matter where I went or what I would do, I wanted a career that would allow me to travel and see the places I would read about in novels or see in movies. 

Growing up in a small town, you know everything and everyone around you, existing in a tiny bubble of comfort that most people are scared to break. I felt trapped, a caged bird hoping to flap my wings one day as I was meant to do. I wanted to break the bubble, float into the gravity of the unknown and make my own sense of the world. The world’s greatest navigator, neither Don Quixote nor Marco Polo would have anything on me.

Though, now that I am older and am actually experiencing the world, sometimes I find myself wanting to be that small girl again, yearning for her magic carpet to whisk her away and show her a whole new world. 

Sometimes, the world isn’t always what it seems. It’s scary; facing the unknown head on is a terrifying experience that many people–myself included–hate doing. As much as I dreaded it, sometimes I wish I was in that small town again, knowing what to do and say and knowing the people around me, protecting myself from the judgement of those who don’t know me. 

Growing up is hard. Especially in your 20s. Everyone says your 20s are where you find yourself, but why? Why is there a timetable to self-discovery? I left my hometown to learn more about myself and the world, yet I only have a certain amount of time to do so? So much pressure for someone who has barely lived life. 

That girl who wanted to travel is still there; she never quite left. But her dreams became more realistic the older she became. No more flying carpets, Doraemon robots, or fairy dust, but rather an expensive desire in an even more expensive world. Expenses come with age, I’ve found. 


There is no denying that I have been having the time of my life here, but there are times where I fear that maybe–just maybe–it will be a waste of time and money. Is that just the ‘low income’ talking? Maybe. But I can never shake off the fear of financial instability.

Being able to study abroad without financial worries because of scholarships has been a blessing, and one I will not take for granted. And yet, I still wish I had it all and nothing all at once. I have always felt imposter syndrome, but I have made a brand new definition here as I learn about all of the things I never knew or never will. 

They say your 20s are your time for self exploration, but they are also times of self comparison. I constantly find myself comparing myself to everyone around me; my friends, my peers, strangers. Not only in regard to skills, but with looks, ability to fit in, anything and everything becomes a competition in my mind. I even question if my friends are even actually my friends and are instead simply tolerating me because of these downcast periods. 

I know this is unhealthy, but as a first-generation student sometimes I feel as though I am undeserving of my accomplishments, especially if others are better or smarter or have more friends. 

These feelings become particularly amplified in a new space, like now. When I do not have the comfort or support system as readily available as I did before, it’s difficult to get out of those ruts whenever they occur. I have been learning how to combat these feelings, but sometimes they overwhelm me and cause long depressive episodes. 

I won’t lie to you guys: it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. It has been so exhilarating embracing Japan in all of its glory and all that it has to offer, but even the brightest days become dark and cold. The excitement of having and participating in a new experience forms an all too perfect union with the fear and anxiety of not knowing what to expect. I want to step out of my comfort zone, but my anxiety continuously keeps me in a loop of sticking to the same routine out of a desire for normalcy in a place with so much uncertainty. 

Growing up is risky. Being an adult is risky. Learning new things is risky. And, as my therapist would likely tell you, risks are one of the scariest things I face. I’m so afraid of the failure that I end up pausing and, as a result, diminishing myself for the sake of safety. 

But risks are okay. I know that. I just have to become okay with it. 

Slowly but surely, I have developed my own methods for protecting myself and my mind when I am down in the dumps. 

Allow yourself to feel it. You feel as though you are ungrateful for being sad or whatever emotion you are feeling, but emotions are the most human thing we can experience. Regardless of what it may be, being emotional is not a crime. You don’t have to push yourself down when you feel this way, for it is a natural consequence of life and humanity. 

Instead, indulge in things you know will distract you or uplift your mood, even slightly. I personally like to go on walks and find a coffee shop to relax, but I also have days where I simply bed rot and doom scroll on TikTok. Both are okay. Your methods of coping are not any less valid if they are less ‘productive’ than someone else’s. 

Productivity =/= validity. Who cares if you are laying in your PJs with a pizza and watching a movie if it provides you joy? Most people don’t, and neither should you. Never deny yourself to feel the presence of joy, regardless of how productive it may or may not make you feel.

Studying abroad is both the most memorable experience you will have, and consecutively the scariest. These conflicting things are no doubt going to cause intense emotions, but I am coming to learn that it is okay to feel both. 

I came to Japan thinking I would have to improve myself, and I have! There are many aspects of my life that have improved from being here just for the short amount of time that I have. 

However, I have come to learn that there are simply some things that are okay just as they are: don’t fix what isn’t broken, for better words. 

Take in the view, listen to your mind, and breathe. It is always okay to breathe. 

A sparrow in the sakura blossoms, a reminder that Spring is coming; you just have to look up.

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I got a bit vulnerable today, but if spilling my guts is helpful to even one person, it will have been worth it. 

Thank you all for reading, and I will see you in another post!

More than Just Souvenirs; reflecting on my year abroad

It’s crazy to think that today was my last class in Rome and the end of my time studying abroad. Next week is finals week, and my final week at John Cabot. Next Friday will be the last day with the friends I have made here, and Saturday will be the last time I’ll be at this school and in Rome as an abroad student. It’s insane to think how much time has passed, and how much I’ve grown as a person and a student. This time abroad in both London and Rome has equipped me with so many new skills, experiences, outlooks on life, and new ambitions.

Thinking of this time in Rome, it was significantly longer than my time in London, and although it’s been amazing, I do have to say that I’m ready to go back to the comfort of home and family. Rome has been an amazing experience, and after I was talking to my friends here, we all have the same feeling that it’s gone by so quickly, and yet, we feel like we’ve been here for years. It’s weird to know it’s all coming to an end, because as I was moving out of my London apartment, I knew I had Rome coming up, and now it’s all over.

While my time in Rome was filled with more adventures than London; both provided different outlooks on life, and different cultures that have shaped me in many ways. I’ve learned so much that will carry on with me for the rest of my life and have gained perspectives on different culture and made me richer in life.

People, during this time abroad, have always asked me which city/abroad I like more, Rome or London. I always say it’s such a different experience in both; with different languages, cultures, and ways of life, that I can’t compare the two. However, sometimes I do catch myself comparing.

England was always my dream. England, and by extension London, was a place I knew I was going to study/live/go abroad too. It was my dream and still is. It was everything I hoped for, and a thousand times more. I had met the most amazing people and had amazing experiences that introduced me to a new part of myself, and the world. It made me become more independent and pushed me to do things solo, without the company of others, which I had struggled with for so long. London had inspired me and fulfilled my dreams. I truly felt like I was living in England.

I think thats where the comparison comes in.

After London, it’s hard going to another city, finding new friends and adventures, and exploring a new language and culture. While I’ve met amazing people here and been on phenomenal adventures and traveled to new cities and countries, I can’t help but miss London. While I took 2 years of Italian, I find it difficult to understand the language and respond. While I can read, write, and speak, it’s difficult for me to understand the words when someone is speaking to me. The words seem to blend together, in a way I can’t decipher. No matter, I’ve met some equally amazing people here in Rome that have filled my time here with laughter and memories and taught me some other lessons that were different than London, such as, more patience, and the joy of the slow life, along with understanding language and cultural differences.

I do have to acknowledge that I liked different parts of myself in different places. London is a very individualistic society, and I loved how independent I felt. I was so comfortable being alone because so many people were also doing things alone. Going to museums, cafes, walking around; I did it all alone, just as so many others were doing, and I felt empowered with being able to go through life without people at every-step. However, Rome was a very community-based society, where you hardly see anyone out and about alone. I felt more self-conscious if I was doing things alone and wouldn’t seek things out If I wasn’t with my friends, which I felt was a step back for me.

However, Rome taught me to be more adventurous and spontaneous. My friends and I would often take day trips, and sometimes “yolo” it, without making plans (which at first was difficult, because I love to plan the entire day out), but eventually it made me excited to just see where the day would take us and what adventures we would see ourselves on. In London I was very planned out, with events marked on every day of the calendar, and thus, Rome taught be that it’s exciting to go without a plan, and sometimes that’s what makes the best memories.

Reflecting on this time abroad, I’ve seen new sides of myself I had never seen before or cared to acknowledge. I grew as a person in more ways than one and will take each trait I liked from a city and collage it into the person I continue to grow into.

Reflecting on my time solely in Rome, it’s been more than an adventure. I was able to do so much and visit so many new and old places. I traveled around Italy, and Rome, and experienced amazing memories in every place. Each trip I did in Italy was filled with laughter, memories, and adventure. My favorite trip was either Orvieto or the Amalfi Coast. The most I’ve ever laughed was on these trips and it was filled with such phenomenal people.

As I get to my final last 10 days, I reflect on the people I’ve met here, and the adventures I’ve been on. Its been such a phenomenal experience that’ll I’ll never forget, and Im very sad its coming to an end. I’ve spent a year abroad, and its gonna be an adjustment coming back to America and DU, along with a different way of life and adjusting to my old life.

I hope though, that the experiences and the person I have grown into will stay with me, and while I’ll be moving back home, I hope I will continue to be the person I am and continue to grow with the experience of multiple cultures behind me.

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