I went to Skye because I thought I needed wildness—mist, cliffs, something bigger than me. I got all that, but mostly I got silence. Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that makes you notice how loud your own thoughts are. I remember standing on a wet road, wind cutting through my jacket, and realizing I hadn’t spoken to anyone in two days. My phone had no signal. The landscape was beautiful, but I felt like a ghost walking through someone else’s dream. Travel didn’t fix anything. It just stripped away the noise, and left me with myself. Sometimes that’s the hardest part. #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality