Mental illness is a huge part of my identity. It’s probably the only part of my identity that I didn’t question during the divorce. I can question my identity as a mother, daughter, sister, wife, or friend. But my mental illness isn’t subjective. It can’t be questioned or debated.

I have bipolar disorder and ADD. Keyword: HAVE. I’m not bipolar. It’s something I have. Something I live with. But it’s not who I am. Bipolar disorder doesn’t hinder my travel, but it does require extra effort in planning, preparation, and during my trips to make sure I remain healthy while I’m away from home.

My ADD medications are classified as schedule C, which means they’re a controlled substance. The prescription can only be filled once every 30 days. So I have to time my trips around my prescription refills. Laws and restrictions around medication also vary from one country to the next, so before I travel somewhere new, I have to check the medication laws in that country.

I also have to be mindful of my triggers. There are many things that can trigger a manic or depressive episode, and they vary from one person to the next. Sleep disruptions in particular can cause my mood to shift towards hypomania, so I have to be intentional about adjusting my sleep schedule to remain consistent across time zones.

And my therapist can’t provide services when I’m out of the state which means I have to address any issues I may be experiencing before I travel. The return home can also trigger depression for me, especially after family vacations. So I’ve learned how to consciously make a mental shift as the trip comes to a close.

Ultimately, my mental illness doesn’t lock me in a box when I travel. It just requires LOTS of discipline with a dash of common sense. The world is my oyster and conquer the world I will!