I sometimes forget that sadness isn’t a safe place to others. I sometimes forget that sadness wasn’t always a safe place for me.
I don’t mean that I only feel safe when feeling sadness, but that I really used to feel so uncomfortable with the emotion (and others) that I would do things to try to pretend it wasn’t happening. I guess that I felt that sadness was wrong. That it was weakness. That it was a failure to being a healthy, happy individual.
HA!
Yesterday, I woke up feeling a tinge of sadness. I wasn’t fully immersed in it but could feel it along the edges. Perhaps the weather brought it up. Perhaps the impending eclipses and other things that astrologists are mentioning. Perhaps the timing of my moon cycle. Perhaps that I don’t have much on my calendar this week. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
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