The Beach Was Beautiful. I Wasn’t Okay.

Korčula looked like a screensaver: turquoise water, white stones, sun that made everything too bright to touch. I thought sitting on that empty beach would fix the static in my head. But I kept scrolling through photos I’d never post, trying to find proof I was happy here. Locals laughed in the shade, sharing coffee and gossip. I sat with my book, pretending to read, feeling like a ghost in someone else’s paradise. No one tells you how loud your own thoughts get when the world goes quiet. I left before sunset. The sand stuck to my skin, and so did the feeling that maybe beauty isn’t always enough. #TravelConfessions #UnfilteredJourneys #SoloTravelTruth #Travel