There is nothing wrong being sad. It is not enough, but for me it can never be too much. Anger is useful because it shows me what is hurting. But sadness shows me what is missing, what is needed. Sadness shows me who needs love and what kind of love is needed. I have no choice but to embrace sad…
A response to Carvell Wallace’s piece, “On Sadness.”
It’s easy to slip into the habit of perpetual sadness. Your essay beautifully shares how sadness becomes a lens to see the world through.
I remember years ago, when I was younger, struggling to find my purpose and a point to it all, going through a divorce, and preparing for my 2 year old daughter’s open heart surgery. Sadness was like a cloud that hovered and casted a gray shadow over everything.
And years later, I remember sadness as my constant companion when I was weighing the pros and cons of a decision that would ultimately upend my life.
My point in sharing all this is to say that you are not alone in your state of perpetual sadness. We are everywhere: faking smiles, feigning feeling fine. Some of us are highly sensitive to the ebbs and flows of life; we wired to feel things more acutely.