Does anyone else feel like traveling is hard on them because they kind of “forget” that the place they’re actually living in, with the life they actually live, exists? 

I read that people with BPD struggle with object constancy (so like, if something’s not in front of them, it doesn’t “exist” in way, to put it crudely). I find that this is true for me. Rationally, I know that my house and life back home still exist and are there, but it *feels* like they don’t. And if I get stressed enough right before or during the trip, this really gets amplified. 

Does anyone have tips on how to avoid this? Making taking pictures of my house and room, journaling about it, or trying to pack in advance so that the transition period isn’t as sudden?