I booked Oregon thinking the forests would swallow my anxiety whole. That Crater Lake's blue would somehow reset whatever was broken in me. Instead, I spent three days hiking alone with nothing but my thoughts echoing louder than my footsteps on the trail. No phone service meant no distractions from the conversation I'd been avoiding with myself for months. Sitting by that impossibly blue water, I finally admitted what I'd been running from wasn't back home—it was in my head. Oregon didn't fix me. It just gave me nowhere left to hide. The trip was magical, but not how I expected. Sometimes the most beautiful places force you to face the ugliest truths. 🌲 #Travel #SoloTravelTruth #PostTripReality