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The other day was incredibly hot. Joe was out of town, so I found myself in charge of our three dogs. Normally, on days like this, we’d head to Grey Mountain to let them cool off in the river.
“I can do this,” I thought to myself, even though I have absolutely zero sense of direction.
We made our way up the mountain, and just as we started, the sky opened into a sudden, freak thunderstorm. The first part of the trail went smoothly, and feeling braver than usual, I decided to try a second loop.
Big mistake.
Within minutes, I was turned around, completely soaked, and had no idea where I was. After ninety minutes wandering in rain-drenched clothes, with poor 13-year-old Nara struggling to keep up, I began imagining what I might need to do if we were stuck out there overnight.
Then, by sheer luck, a chance turn brought me back to the right road, and there was my car, appearing from the opposite direction than I’d expected. Relief washed over me.
Reflecting back, it struck me how tempting it is to tell ourselves we can handle things alone. And often, we can. But that doesn’t always mean it’s the wisest, or kindest choice.
Trauma recovery isn’t so different. Just because you can try to navigate it by yourself doesn’t mean you should.
There’s strength in reaching out. In choosing to walk the trail alongside others who understand the twists and turns.
At Landing Strong, that’s exactly what we’re here for: to help you find your way, even when the path feels unclear.
You don’t have to do it alone. And truly, you were never meant to.
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