The Mountains Didn’t Make Me Whole

Sawtooth Mountains, Stanley, Idaho. I thought being surrounded by sharp peaks and cold lakes would reset something inside me. I hiked until my legs shook, hoping the silence would drown out the noise I brought with me. But the truth is, you can’t outrun yourself, not even out here. The air is thin, the stars are sharp, and I’m still carrying the same old ache. I took photos I never posted because they looked happier than I felt. Maybe that’s the real reason we travel: not to escape, but to see what follows us. I left the mountains, but the weight stayed. Maybe that’s okay. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NotJustScenery