Sadness is buried.
I feel heavy.
Tired of saying I’m ok when I’m not.
I don’t like telling people when I’m feeling sad.
I feel like I don’t like who I am when I feel sad.
Who am I if I can’t be happy and uplift people?
I hate my sadness.
Who I am is a human being.
Who has good days.
And bad days.
And SAD days.
And to expect me to be happy all the time is unrealistic.
Sometimes I struggle.
And I need that to be ok.
We aren’t meant to be happy 24/7.
Without sadness, we wouldn’t know happiness.
All emotions serve a purpose.
I need to make feeling sad ok.
I need to like myself when I feel sad.
I need to offer sadness my love too.