The Lake Was Perfect. I Wasn't

Triglav Lake Valley at golden hour: two pristine lakes reflecting amber light, mountains cutting clean lines against the sky. Every travel blogger's dream shot. I sat there for an hour, waiting to feel something. The kind of overwhelming gratitude that's supposed to hit when you're somewhere this untouched. Instead, I felt hollow—like I was performing wonder for an audience of one. The double lakes were mirror-still. I was anything but. I'd hiked three hours to reach this spot, convinced that Slovenia's raw beauty would crack something open in me. But depression doesn't care about your itinerary. It follows you to the most beautiful places on earth and whispers: 'See? Even this isn't enough.' The photos turned out stunning. I looked happy in none of them. 🏔️ #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #TravelReality