I thought hiking in Daocheng Yading would be a reset—somewhere the altitude would strip away the noise. But at 4,000 meters, my lungs burned and my thoughts just got louder. The scenery was all sharp edges and impossible blues, but I was still the same person, dragging old worries up new trails. The air was thin, and so was my patience for my own expectations. I kept waiting for awe to drown out anxiety. It didn’t. Sometimes, travel doesn’t heal you. It just gives you a quieter place to listen to what hurts. #Travel #TravelWithoutFilters #AltitudeHonesty