Olympic National Park is the kind of place people post about like it’s a screensaver come to life. But standing alone in the mossy hush, I realized I wasn’t escaping anything. I was just bringing all my noise with me. The trees are impossibly tall, the air thick with green. But the quiet isn’t peace—it’s a mirror. I kept waiting for awe to drown out the anxiety, for the ocean to rinse off the restlessness. Instead, I just felt more exposed. No one tells you that sometimes, the most beautiful places make you feel the most unfinished. I took a hundred photos. I posted none. The silence followed me home. #Travel #TravelConfessions #NatureAndNerves