Today felt like hell. And I don’t say that lightly.
It’s strange—because I love life. I really do. The good days, the small wins, the late-night laughs, the people who make my heart feel full. But today? Today felt like I died and woke up somewhere I didn’t recognize. A version of my world that looked the same, but felt… wrong.
Maybe you’ve had days like that too. Where your thoughts turn loud, where everything feels heavier than it should, where even the mirror seems to reflect someone tired and out of place. I walked through the hours like a ghost—present, but not really there. I kept asking myself: Is this hell?
But maybe the real question is—what does it mean when life, even a life you love, hands you a day that makes you question everything?
I don’t have a neat answer. I don’t want to pretend I’ve figured it out. But I do know this: bad days don’t mean a bad life. Confusion doesn’t cancel out the joy you’ve felt before. You can hold both love and pain in the same hands.
So I’ll sit with this day, let it pass, and trust that tomorrow might feel lighter. And if you’re reading this feeling something similar—just know you’re not alone. We survive hell by walking through it, not by pretending it isn’t real.
Tomorrow’s another shot. I’m still here. And so are you.
— Brandon