Sad


As much as I love Barney Stinson, this is not what I do.

When I was younger, I had a real problem with sadness. I often felt like it wasn't okay to be sad. Years of being the new kid, being the reliable older child, and five years of boarding school life had made me equate sadness with weakness, with not being good enough.

I'm so glad I outgrew that phase.

Now I see sadness as I see any other emotion...one that you have to embrace and deal with and live through. Just as the laughter bubbles of joy or the hot red flashes of anger demand our attention, so too does sadness.

When we're hurt, or lonely, or we've lost someone, or we feel let down, or when we're just sad....

It's okay to be sad.

I'd actually go so far as to say that I'm 'good' at being sad now. There'll be a day, maybe next week, maybe next month, maybe later, when I'll get an attack of the sads. But whereas younger me would fight this, bottle it up, feel guilty, now I actively run into the arms of sadness. I watch a soppy movie, I listen to some power ballads, and I let myself go.

The permission to be sad, whether it's for a minute or a day, is a powerful thing.

So now, I'm an open and out crier. And the tears I shed are healthy and therapeutic and healing. I cried at the trailer for Incredibly Loud and Extremely Close...I cried when I found out my dear sweet granddad had passed...I cried during Matilda. Being able to be sad, to be able to cry feels grown up and helps me to be a happier, healthier person, I'm sure of it.

How do you feel about sadness, friends? Oh, and what's your go-to crying movie, if you have one (mine's Steel Magnolias. Every time)?

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5 comments:

  1. I'm still not good at being really sad, though I am trying. When I am really sad I find the tears don't come despite knowing I need that release. It feels like a trap (and is a damn site more irritating than it looks in The Holiday).

    The rest of the time though tears do come naturally and I cry at almost anything. I am a wuss and proud.

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  2. I'm with you, although I'm still learning (aren't we all?). Sadness is healthy. It helps you appreciate the good in life.

    Because music permeates everything I do, I think the best way I can describe it is in terms of the feeling I get when someone says something like "Why would you want to listen to sad songs? They're so depressing!". To which I just shake my head and think "My dear, you haven't lived yet."

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  3. i remember a therapist once told me that feeling sad or fearful does not mean you're weak

    it only means you're human

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  4. Hmm, that depends. When it's depressed sad, I hate it, but I do remind myself that sometimes it's just regular sad and that's OK.

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  5. I'm a crier, too. And, you know what? I love that about myself.

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