Three days into Wenatchee National Forest, I realized I'd been hiking with the wrong expectations. I came here thinking alpine lakes and endless Douglas firs would somehow reorganize my scattered thoughts. That the silence would be cleansing, transformative even. Instead, the quiet just made everything louder inside my head. Day two: sitting by Lake Ingalls, watching other hikers take their summit photos, I finally stopped trying to feel what I thought I should feel. The mountains weren't going to hand me clarity on a trail map. But here's what happened instead—I got comfortable with not having answers. With just being tired, a little lost, and oddly okay with both. Sometimes the best trips don't fix anything. They just teach you what doesn't need fixing. #Travel #SoloHikingTruth #ForestTherapy