How bad things can be
One photo of a bowl of white rice, vegetable salad (lecho), and a cup of black tea from 2022.
It was breakfast.
My brother was still alive then (he had 5 days left until his death). And despite the war and the fact that I was in an unfamiliar country with a few hundred dollars in my pocket, there was still some hope that I would soon be home.
How bad was it? I could only spend $4 a day on food. I only had a small space in the refrigerator for my groceries.
This picture fully demonstrates everything.
Everyone has bad times. But then, when things get even worse... you remember that those times weren't so bad after all.
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A bad day feels heavy, even when nothing visible is weighing me down.
On a bad day, small inconveniences echo louder than they should.
A bad day teaches patience the hard way.
Sometimes a bad day is just emotions asking to be acknowledged.
Bad days blur perspective, making temporary moments feel permanent.
Even silence can feel exhausting on a bad day.
A bad day reminds me that strength isn’t always loud or confident.
Some days are meant to be survived, not solved.
On a bad day, kindness from anywhere feels enormous.
Bad days reveal cracks, but also where healing can begin.
A bad day doesn’t erase progress; it pauses it.
On a bad day, rest can be an act of courage.
Bad days pass, even when they insist otherwise.
Feeling low is sometimes part of moving forward.
A bad day is not a bad life, just a difficult moment.