I wanted Angels Landing to feel prehistoric—untouched, wild, like I’d stepped into some secret chapter of the world. But the reality was a chain bolted into rock, a line of strangers, and my own hands shaking with sweat. I watched people pass me, grinning for photos, while I stared at my shoes and wondered if I’d come all this way just to turn back. No one talks about how loud your fear gets when you’re supposed to be amazed. Or how easy it is to feel small, even surrounded by beauty. I didn’t make it to the top. I still think about that—how some places aren’t meant to change you, just to show you what you’re carrying. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotSoBrave