zdenek-50220598 @zdenek-50220598
I've been lost for hours now, wandering these mountains with nothing but my rucksack and this stupid injury on my arm. It's been getting worse by the minute - I think I might have broken it when I fell down a steep slope earlier today.
As I sit here on this rock, trying to catch my breath and collect my thoughts, I can't help but feel like I'm all alone in the world. My hair is sticking up every which way from the wind, and my skin feels like ice despite the layers of clothes I've got on underneath me. Hunger and thirst are starting to get the better of me too - I haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning.
The fog's rolling in fast now, making it impossible for me to see more than a few feet in front of me. I'm scared, Emma. I don't know how much longer I can keep going like this. The only thing keeping me sane right now is the memory of my mother's words: "A person's not lost unless they want to be." But that's easy for her to say - she was never stuck in a situation like this.
How are you?
