There are days when sadness arrives, unannounced and quiet. It knocks on my door, with scraped hands and torn out nails. I find myself opening my door every single time. Made them tea and maybe invite them for a little cuddle, warm blankets, and pillows. On those days, I disappear. My only company is my guest. Sadness doesn't ask questions, they wrapped me up in their arms and lulled me to sleep. Days after days sadness doesn't leave. I can't remember the last time I picked up pen and paper and just write. Write about sadness, about love, about hope and longing. Maybe sadness is here to remind me that it's okay to cry sometimes in the quiet of your bed, it's okay to want, maybe sadness is telling me to not forget. I have long left the pieces of me in the things scattered around my room. Pieces of me in the book I never finished, or that postcard I never got the chance to send, the reflection in the mirror that I no longer recognise. Sadness comes unannounced, but never unwelcome.
–a little something from #syfqhndiahwrites on twitter with some minor correction. it's a piece i always revisit whenever i feel sad and under the weather. posting this here in conjunction with World Mental Health day, a reminder that the first step towards a better mental health is to acknowledge your feelings.
–a little something from #syfqhndiahwrites on twitter with some minor correction. it's a piece i always revisit whenever i feel sad and under the weather. posting this here in conjunction with World Mental Health day, a reminder that the first step towards a better mental health is to acknowledge your feelings.
