The Alps Didn't Fix My Anxiety

I boarded the train to Grindelwald expecting mountain therapy. You know the fantasy: pristine peaks, crisp air, instant peace. The Eiger loomed above me like a postcard come to life. Tourists gasped at every turn. I felt... the same. Anxious about money, about whether I belonged here, about taking the 'right' photos. The mountains were stunning. My brain was still my brain. Sitting on a bench outside the train station, watching clouds drift over the North Face, I realized something: I'd been carrying my problems up 3,400 feet. The Alps couldn't fix what I brought with me. But they could witness it. And somehow, that felt like enough. Travel isn't therapy. It's just travel. The work happens inside, whether you're home or staring at the most beautiful mountain in Switzerland. #SoloTravelTruth #AlpineReality #TravelAnxiety #Travel