I thought hiking the Green Mountain Trail would clear my head. Instead, I spent most of it counting my steps, hyper-aware of how far the drop was if I slipped. The canyon was quiet—almost too quiet. I kept thinking about how nobody back home knew exactly where I was. There’s this myth that nature fixes you, that the view from the edge is worth the fear. But standing there, all I felt was how small and breakable I really am. I took a photo, but never posted it. It felt like proof of something I wasn’t ready to admit: sometimes the scariest part of travel isn’t getting lost. It’s realizing you’re not as brave as you hoped. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #TravelAnxiety