I thought getting to Hocking Hills would flip a switch. Like the green would seep in and untangle the knots in my head. But standing under those cliffs, all I felt was the same old static—just with a better view. There’s this weird honesty in walking alone: you notice how loud your thoughts are, even when everything else is silent. I kept waiting for some movie-moment peace, but mostly I just kept moving. Maybe that’s enough. Maybe it’s okay to just be somewhere new, carrying the same mess, and letting the air feel different for a while. #Travel #TravelWithoutFilters #NatureIsntTherapy