My name is Sarah Thompson, a 45-year-old writer from New York. After enduring a long, bitter divorce and the isolation brought on by the pandemic, I found myself at a crossroads. The pain of betrayal and the loneliness of those endless months had left me feeling like a shadow of my former self. But as I stepped off the plane and felt the warm, tropical air of Bali, I sensed a glimmer of hope.
Bali is known for its serene retreats and healing environments. Nestled among lush rice fields and tranquil beaches, these sanctuaries offer more than just a vacation—they provide a space for deep, personal healing. I chose a retreat in Ubud, a place renowned for its spiritual energy and peaceful surroundings. The retreat promised yoga, meditation, and traditional Balinese healing practices, all designed to help visitors reconnect with themselves.
For the record I had never ventured outside of North America, nor traveled alone. This was a big step for me, but one which I felt in my heart was right.
My days began with sunrise yoga sessions, where the gentle guidance of the instructor helped me stretch not just my body, but my mind. The physical exertion was a welcome distraction from my thoughts, and the meditative practices started to quiet the storm inside me. I found solace in the rhythmic breathing and the serene environment, surrounded by the sounds of nature.
One of the most transformative experiences was a traditional Balinese healing session. The healer, a kind and wise woman, used a combination of massage, energy work, and herbal remedies to help release the emotional pain I had been carrying. As she worked, I felt a profound sense of release, as if the weight of my past was being lifted from my shoulders. It was a deeply emotional experience, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of peace.
The retreat also offered opportunities to connect with others who were on their own healing journeys. Sharing my story with fellow travelers, and hearing theirs in return, created a sense of community and understanding. We were all there for different reasons, but the common thread was our desire to heal and move forward. These connections reminded me that I was not alone in my struggles, and that there was strength in vulnerability.
Exploring the island itself was another form of therapy. Bali’s natural beauty is breathtaking, from the terraced rice fields to the pristine beaches. I spent afternoons wandering through local markets, hiking to hidden waterfalls, and simply sitting by the ocean, letting the sound of the waves wash over me. Each new experience was a step towards reclaiming my sense of wonder and joy.
Traveling to Bali was not just an escape from my life back home; it was a journey towards healing and self-discovery. The combination of physical activity, spiritual practices, and the supportive community at the retreat helped me to process my grief and begin to heal. I returned home with a renewed sense of purpose and a deeper understanding of myself.
To anyone who feels lost or broken, I urge you to consider travel as a form of therapy. It may not solve all your problems, but it can provide a new perspective and a space to heal. Whether it’s a serene retreat in Bali or another destination that calls to you, the act of stepping out of your comfort zone and immersing yourself in a new environment can be incredibly healing. Don’t give up. There is a whole world out there waiting to help you find yourself again.
