There’s a moment on Angels Landing when the drop is so close you can hear your own breath echo off the canyon. My hands locked around the cold metal chains, knuckles white, and I told myself I was here for the view. But the truth: I wanted proof I could do something terrifying and not flinch. Everyone posts the summit photo. No one talks about the panic halfway up, the silent negotiation with your own fear, or the shame of wanting to turn back. I made it, but the real memory isn’t the view—it’s the way my legs shook when I let go of the chain, realizing I’d been holding on for dear life to something that wasn’t going to save me. #Travel #TravelAnxiety # #NoFilterAdventures