I don't know why

for a good majority of the day (good majority being 1/ 2 hours), I am sad about leaving the hotel in spain to go back to my house in the UK and I cry about having to leave the hotel and having to fly back, and all the memories of the holiday

this is absolutely crazy, I know it, because I have nothing to connect me to spain (or indeed any holidays, I've never been abroad)

what's more crazy is that their's no logical explanation

If I could sleep, then I could dream about a Spanish holiday, but I'm awake all night and alert to what's going on- so it isn't that

I also know nothing at all about Spanish hotels, but when I'm in that place where I'm crying over the holiday, I know everything about them

it is so, so weird- and I just wish it would stop because getting depressed over a fake holiday is just sad

really, really sad- in both senses

[healingme4me]

Maybe it would help to talk to a therapist.

[downandlonely]

Yeah, bringing it up to a therapist might help.

[Fuzzybear]

We’re in the uk, we have the n.s. There aren’t any therapists who can listen at least that’s been my experience

ETA the n.s. - the public mental unhealth disservices - the best description of which I’ve yet found - a brown stinky substance which normally gets flushed away ...

[salus]

talk to a therapist