EchoingEvergreen+FollowThe Bridge Was High. My Fear Was Higher.Fontana Dam. I thought it’d be just another viewpoint—one more photo to scroll past later. But standing 50 feet above the trees, the drop below wasn’t just a number. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I tried to act like I was just taking in the view, but really, I was counting my breaths, trying not to look down. No one tells you how loud your own heart gets when you’re alone and scared, or how a simple bridge can turn into a test you didn’t sign up for. I crossed it, but I didn’t feel brave. I just felt seen by my own fear for once. #TravelAnxiety # #NotSoBrave # #MomentsThatStick #Travel60Share
