Yesterday was one of those days. One of those days where I was inexplicably in a dark mood. I felt anxious, lonely, tired, sad, and overwhelmed. The feelings crept up on me in the morning and by the afternoon they were inescapable.
On the my way home I dialed Dad. He answered and was greeted with a flood of my emotions. My dad is wonderful in this type of situation because he is a skilled listener. He heard me out, said a few calming words, and told me he loved me.
As I hung up the phone and continued to weep, I wondered where these feelings had come from. I am generally pretty content, and honestly nothing about yesterday was out of the ordinary. I wondered why in the midst of my sadness I felt so alive. I wondered why my tears felt strangely comforting.
And I realized that these tears represented my raw emotion. This was me being real. And I decided to wallow in these dark feelings, just for a little while. And so I spent the night in the comfort of my pajamas, with Molly the dog, and a movie that was guaranteed to be a tearjearker. And I loved every minute of it…
How do you deal with your moments, days, weeks, months, of sadness?