The trail from Ebenalp to Altenalp is supposed to be one of those life-affirming hikes. You know—the kind people post about, grinning in front of impossible cliffs and green valleys. I took the photos, too. But halfway up, I realized I couldn’t feel anything. Not awe, not peace, not even exhaustion—just a weird blankness, like I’d left part of myself at the last train station. Everyone says Switzerland is unreal. They’re right. But nobody warns you that beauty can hit you like static if you’re already running on empty. I kept walking, hoping the view would crack something open. It didn’t. Sometimes, the world is breathtaking, and you’re just… not there. #TravelConfessions #WhenBeautyDoesntHit #SoloHikingTruths #Travel