I walked the Mrtvica canyon trail in Montenegro because everyone said it was stunning. And it was—water so clear it looked fake, cliffs that boxed you in, the kind of silence that should feel peaceful. But mostly, I just heard my own thoughts echoing back at me. There’s a part where the path squeezes between rock and river, and I realized I was more afraid of slipping into my own head than into the water. I took photos I never posted. I smiled at hikers I’d never see again. I kept moving, because stopping meant feeling everything I’d dragged here with me. The trail was beautiful. I was still me at the end. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HikingAlone