The sadness descends. It is a thick fog perched on the hillside, tendrils sinking into the trees, past the houses, into my bones. It sits heavy under my skin. Invisible, it holds me hostage.
Just sit with it. Be very still, don’t try to run away. Just sit with it, let it be with you. Don’t chase it out. Don’t let it spin its stories. Just be there. Let it be there. Acknowledge it and set it free. It may choose to stay, it may go away. No matter the outcome, you will remain.
Is it hormonal? Is it irrational? Is it jealous impatience? Is it a chemical imbalance? Is it understandable sadness? It doesn’t really matter where it comes from, or where it’s going. All that matter is how it feels.
Dark. Suffocating. Endless.
Accept it. Feel it. Suffer it. Set it free. Don’t hold on to it. Don’t give it meaning. Don’t afford it undo respect. Don’t work it into a lather or spout it around the room. Just sit.
Just sit with your sadness.
Let your sadness sit with you.
Just sit. Just be.