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To sad something out, should be a phrasal verb—a way to overcome sadness by tuning into it to get it over with. I, like many, experience extreme sudden sadness, and now instead of running from it, I sort of bathe in it, marinate in it, and let it go. It has proven a faster and […]
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This post’s title is not to be taken to heart. It’s kind of reverse psychology. I truly understand and know what darkness is, therefore I feel I can write this without any shame. It should have been “How not to drown,” but for some reason, sometimes we need to hear things in a different light […]
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Allowing sadness to take over is the best way to fully experience happiness sooner. I can attest that when I run from sorrow it only comes back at me and cuts into me more deeply, lingering longer than I’d wish. That’s why allowing sadness to settle by experiencing the moment it hits me, is the […]
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Sometimes I feel I don’t want to bother people when I’m down, and not being much of a phone person, I tend to keep things in instead of reaching out. But talk therapy works wonders and shortens the bouts of sadness, instead of dragging them out and making them worse. Being alone in one’s head […]
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We often rebel against sadness by becoming angry. Being angry entitles us to blame someone else for our misfortunes, while sadness allows us to accept and take responsibility for our feelings and ourselves. Acknowledging that we are sad about something helps us understand ourselves and our situation better and the tendency to blame is lessened. Anger […]
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All my life I’ve suffered from “Gloom and doom days.” They come, run me over like a speeding truck and then, the next day, for no reason at all, the cloud lifts and I feel OK again. I can face another day, unlike the day before when my mind is so fogged by negative thoughts […]
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Christina Rossetti is one of my favorite poets. She expressed sadness with such beauty as when she wrote Remember. Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more […]
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Today I sat beside a stranger as we signed our “release” papers. The stranger was no stranger really, but it felt like it. I’m glad he didn’t cry, I did, for both later. 17 years of a life done with and almost forgotten.
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As a child, I would often run very high fevers, especially when we went to the movies. It was absolute coincidence, yet my Dad started to fear taking me to the theatre at all. I don’t remember the pain I was in, but I do remember how my Dad and grandmother cared for me. The […]
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Like bookends, they sat on a bench, each at opposite corners. Strangers, they were, by chance in the same park at the same time. They both had stories, maybe not to tell, but unlike books, they both had unfinished endings.
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