The Highlands Were Stunning. I Felt Small.

Everyone talks about the Highlands like they’re a cure—like the green hills and cold air will shake something loose. But standing on a ridge with the wind clawing at my jacket, all I felt was how far I was from everything familiar. The silence is real out there. It’s not peaceful; it’s a reminder. No one’s coming to find you if you get lost. The beauty is sharp, almost indifferent. I took a hundred photos, but none of them felt honest. I kept one: my boots, muddy and alone, pointed toward a fog that never lifted. Sometimes travel doesn’t heal. Sometimes it just shows you how much you’re carrying. #Travel #TravelConfessions #HighlandsTruth