I thought hiking Mt Rainier would clear my head. Instead, every step up the trail felt like dragging my old worries through new mud. The mountain was unreal—snow patches in July, wildflowers everywhere, air so clean it almost hurt. But I was still tired. Not just from the climb, but from the months before, from pretending travel would reset everything. I took a photo at the summit, but never posted it. I looked proud, but I remember thinking about emails I hadn’t answered and people I missed. Sometimes you go somewhere epic and realize you brought all your baggage anyway. Mt Rainier was beautiful. I was still me. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NatureAndNumb