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Backpacking and the Stories I Tell Myself

How the narratives we tell ourselves make us brave.

On the 791st death anniversary of the first Great Khan of the Mongol Empire, Genghis Khan, I packed my bags and went alone to Mongolia from Beijing, China via the iconic Trans-Siberian railway system and got me another story to tell myself for the days I need a hero.

Ten years ago when I was still in school, I was diagnosed with clinical depression after years of struggling with it. Despite my relatively cheerful demeanor and the reputation of being the happy-go-lucky person in the college programming team and the track and field varsity, I found myself with insomnia while locked in my apartment paralyzed with self-doubt and feelings of worthlessness. Traveling the world has been an aspiration of mine ever since I was young as the adults around me affirmed my ideas of travel with adventure stories of their own.

I’ve never had another depression episode since graduating from college because of professional help, my own personal support group, and the real stories from my own experiences that I tell and remind myself every day.

If you ask me for travel advice I would most likely tell you something beyond the ordinary.

Not for the likes and the admiration of the public but for your library of stories that you’ll be telling yourself during not-so-ordinary times.

When we remember that we have already gone above and beyond our limits many times before through the stories we tell ourselves, the challenges we face in everyday life will seem a lot less impossible.

A brave local family in Ulaan Tsutgalan carefully walks to the edge of the waterfall for a one-of-a-kind family photo experience.

Solo backpacking around the world has been my pride and joy for the past eight years now. Even though I’ve only managed to explore 16 countries in Asia and Oceania through seat sales since then, my travels around the world have allowed me to tell myself stories that my younger self would be amazed and proud of.

I’ve never written about my travels before because, as selfish as it may sound, those were really for me. I’m writing this piece now though because I’ve received so many letters in the past few weeks from people who have not traveled alone before but have picked up their bags and have gone on their own fulfilling adventures themselves because of my anecdotes and photos.

May my testimony and stories inspire more people to be brave and explore the world in their own personal way.

Inside one of the gers, a portable circular tent used by the nomads in Central Asia, I slept in when I visited the ruins of the ancient capital of where the kin of Genghis Khan ruled over the largest land empire in history.

Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia via train from Beijing, China takes approximately 32 hours to complete. It then takes an additional 6 hours by public bus from the capital to reach Kharkhorin.

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Backpacking and the Stories I Tell Myself

How the narratives we tell ourselves make us brave.

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