The Day I Set Myself Free
How planning a nudist trip changed my life before it even began
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Begging for Freedom
My mood had been down for a very long time. I felt like a slave, a prisoner to the system.
I woke up every day, went to work from 9 to 5, and came back home completely exhausted. I needed rest just to feel human again. But by the time I felt rested, the day was over, and it was time to sleep and prepare for the next day of work.
Everything I do is for my family. Almost all my time is dedicated to them. Even my salary, I’m incredibly cheap with myself. My family is my priority. The only money I consistently spend on myself is for my morning coffee, which gives me a small lift.
I keep waiting for the weekend, for a glimpse of freedom. Even then, I usually spend most of my time with the family. The only moment I truly feel free is on Fridays, when I can be naked around the house. I can’t ask for more than that. I wait for my Fridays.
But sometimes, even that sacred space is taken. The house isn’t mine alone. So I wait for the next Friday. And the next.
I wasn’t Living — I was Functioning
Lately, I haven’t been feeling alive. I’m either working or doing endless chores. And before I know it, the day has repeated itself again.
I feel like a robot.
I keep vaping… this disgusting, numbing habit… just to release pressure. But it doesn’t help. It only dulls everything further.
I don’t feel present with my wife and kids, who I love and adore more than anything. I’m just there… like a couch, existing.
But whenever I’m feeling low, I close my eyes and imagine myself on a nude beach, wandering… free.
Free from judgment.
Free from expectations.
Free from society.
Free from commitments.
I even spend my free time at work looking up places that allow nudity — places that feel peaceful, where I could be one with nature. And then it hit me…
The Day I Gave Myself Permission
I said it to myself, out loud:
“I need time alone. I really need to do this.”
I’ve been thinking about visiting a nudist-friendly place for over ten years.
Enough postponing.
And man… as soon as I made the decision, my entire mood flipped 180°. It was like magic. I felt alive again. I wanted to smile at strangers. I loved everything and everyone around me.
I was just… Happy.
The vape I held in my hand? I threw it in the trash. I never touched it again. I didn’t even crave it. No withdrawals. It was like my body said, thank you.
For the next month, I felt like I was on antidepressants.
And yet, nothing around me had changed.
Same job. Same people. Same house. Same routine.
But I was changed.
I was in love with life again. I was enjoying the same things I once dreaded.
How could a simple decision, a thought, change my entire perception of reality?
At work, my productivity skyrocketed.
At home, I became the father and husband I always wanted to be.
Smiling. Laughing at every joke. Hugging my family tight.
And staring at their beautiful eyes while they spoke to me with excitement.
Preparing for My Trip
Once I decided to take this step, I made a decision I rarely make:
To be selfish.
Yes! selfish… for once in my life.
Selfish enough to pamper myself, to lean over and peek through the keyhole of freedom.
I booked the best business class ticket I could find.
After days of research — comparing resorts, hotels, shared spaces, Airbnbs, Couchsurfing hosts — I booked the best naturist resort in Vera Playa.
I was nervous.
What if I didn’t enjoy it?
What if I felt lonely?
What if someone stole from me? I mean, I won’t even have pockets! My mobile and room key would be in my hand the whole time.
Stupid fears, but they felt real.
Still… it didn’t matter.
I was going.
I was going to sip champagne on the flight and…
I was going to laugh. Voy a reír!
I was going to dance. Voy a bailar!
I was going to live. Vivir mi Vida!
What I Told My Family
I’ve always been honest and open with the people I love. But there are certain things you just can’t say… not in our very conservative society.
How do you explain the concept of being naked among others when we live in a culture where a woman showing her hair is considered sinful?
I told my wife:
“Honey, every year we travel together. Either as a couple or with the kids. This time, I really need to be selfish. Just once. I need time alone to escape and recharge. Just for a couple of weeks.”
She’s smart and understanding. until it comes to anything that contradicts religion.
Then, her mind closes completely. So I didn’t mention anything about nudism.
She agreed, and she understood that I needed this.
But I still didn’t tell her the real reason I was going. I’ve tried to bring up nudity a couple of times, gently… just to feel things out.
She laughed… thought I was joking.
I wasn’t.
The Trip Hasn’t Started — But I’ve Already Arrived
I’ve been writing this since the moment I made the decision. I’ve become more active in the naturism spaces online. I booked everything months in advance.
And now, as I write this, I’m counting the days.
43 days. 11 hours. 55 minutes left.
The trip hasn’t happened yet.
I haven’t stepped foot on that beach.
I haven’t undressed under the sun or danced with the wind.
But something inside me already has.
Something in me stood up quietly, looked at the cage around me, and whispered:
Enough.
I don’t know exactly what Vera Playa will bring me.
Maybe peace.
Maybe loneliness.
Maybe something I don’t even have a name for yet.
But I do know this:
The moment I said yes to myself, I started healing.
Not because I’m running away…
But because I’m finally returning to the version of me that’s been waiting quietly all along.
And for once,
I’m not ashamed of that.
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