• Adventure

When Mountains Let Go

An avalanche in Northern Pakistan mirrored the collapse I’ve been feeling inside.

It started with stillness.
The kind that stretches just a little too long.
Not peaceful. Not quiet.
But heavy.
Like something is holding its breath.
Like you are.

And then—release.

I stood there with the phone in my hand, watching the side of a mountain let go.
Snow and ice exploded into movement.
It was violent. Loud. Absolute.
And I didn’t flinch.
Because my body knew that feeling.
It wasn’t destruction.
It was relief.

These past weeks in Northern Pakistan have been deep.
Not in a “travel postcard” kind of way.
But in a way that stripped away everything I thought I was supposed to carry.

There were no breakdowns.
Just… a shedding. A quiet undoing.
The pressure had been building for months. And up here, in the silence of these wild mountains, there was finally enough space to fall apart.

Avalanches don’t only destroy.
Sometimes they clear.
They uncover.
They make space for things to grow that never had a chance before.
That’s what this has been for me.

A letting go.
Of old roles.
Of expectations.
Of us.

And I’m not rushing to rebuild.
I’m learning to sit in the aftermath, eyes open.
And notice what still blooms.

If you’re feeling like something is cracking in you—maybe it’s not the end.
Maybe it’s the start.
Of truth.
Of freedom.
Of your own wild shape.

Thank you for reading. Thank you for holding this with me.