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It never occurred to me that sadness could be a slow, steady drip. Sadness could be a trickle of water flowing down a road after a rain storm. Sadness could be a babbling brook, the still waters of a spring.
My sadness seemed to me more like a rip current - moving invisibly beneath the water, waiting for a moment, for a careless misstep, for a limb to get too close. I could get lost in it, sucked in before I even knew it was there. And yet the movement of the current beneath the surface could be familiar and calming; a sweet and salty lullaby. And before I’d know it - body limp and hypnotized by the movement of the sea - I would find myself in an ocean so deep that light could no longer reach its floor. My sadness was a creature that called the underbelly of the Earth its home.
I am learning now that feeling sad is okay.
Feeling sad is okay. That’s new to me. Not quite sure where to go from here. Still learning, it seems.