Sometimes, I am just sad. It does not mean I am unhappy about my life, it does not mean that
something terrible has happened or that I am suffering from major depression. I am simply just sad. After years of analyzing this and being sad about things that you are rightfully sad about, I can only see this sporadic sadness as a mini breakdown of my emotions. Ninety-nine percent of the time I am positive about things in my life. I know that the bills will eventually be taken care of. I understand the little stress causing factors in my life and I acknowledge them and handle them. Outwardly, it looks like I'm standing strong and facing the little obstacles and flavors life hands me. Inwardly, I think things over. I analyze and work through scenarios to find the best course of action. I worry about things that haven't happened and I worry about things might happen. I also self-berate and criticize my appearance, my conversations, my actions and my unanswered dreams. Inside is where my weakness lives and demands to be released but that strong outer shell keeps it at bay.
You can only be strong to a certain extent. Those things you keep trapped inside need to be let out once in a while or it boils over and causes all sorts of havoc. A counselor once told me that as I sat in her office sobbing about the thousands of thoughts and life factors that made me want to simply give up. She told me I needed to let it out so I could stay strong. Give myself a day to just be weak, the world would not end if I admitted that I cannot handle all that its handing me without freaking out a little.
With that little tidbit of knowledge I know its okay on the mornings that I awaken less than thrilled about life. Its my stress emotions slipping out and making a grand escape. I am allowed to feel this way. I do not have to stay strong every single day, every single minute. I can show weakness once in a while and not feel guilty for needing someone to comfort me instead of the other way around. Its not selfish to want someone to give to me what I always give to them… a shoulder to cry on, an ear for me to vent to, a moment where someone is being thoughtful of my needs and desires without expecting anything in return.
The problem is… I am sad all by myself. Things still need to be done, others still need to be cared for, and someone else is sad and needs comfort. I feel melancholy by myself. I shed a few tears when no one is watching, and I wage war deep inside.
Tomorrow… tomorrow I will be strong again and no one will be the wiser.
