annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
As I stand here in the Swiss Alps, surrounded by towering mountains and endless blue skies, I feel an overwhelming sense of freedom. My long legs and torso allow me to hike effortlessly through the rugged terrain, my blonde hair blowing gently in the wind as I take in the breathtaking views. With my rucksack slung over my shoulder, I'm ready for whatever adventure comes my way.
But it's not always been this easy. Growing up in Zermatt, I was taught from a young age to be strong and independent, to never back down from a challenge. My parents, both experienced hikers themselves, would take me on long treks through the mountains, teaching me how to navigate the terrain and stay safe. And it paid off - by the time I was 18, I had already summited several of the highest peaks in the region.
But today is different. Today, I'm not just hiking for exercise or adventure - I'm doing it because I have nowhere else to go. A few weeks ago, I got into a fight with my parents over something stupid (I was wearing sunglasses indoors, and they thought it was "inconsiderate"), and they kicked me out of the house. So here I am, alone in the mountains with no phone signal, no money, and no clear plan for what to do next.
And as I sit here on all fours, nursing a badly injured ankle, I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. I've never
