Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves...
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailWhat if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have?
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailI had problems a therapist couldn't solve; grief that no man in a room could ameliorate.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailIt was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailIt was really over, I thought. There was no way to go back, to make it stay. There was never that.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest TrailPerhaps by now I'd come far enough that I had the guts to be afraid.
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail