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In Defense of Sadness
Tags: Mental Health, Grief, Sadness, 2020

Today is December 15th, 2020. Halfway through the last month of a year that somehow simultaneously dragged on and flew by. I’m going to be honest and just say it — 2020 totally sucked. You probably know that, but let me just drive the point home. To date

· 8.6 million acres of land have burned in wildfires

· 30 named hurricanes came and went

· 342 BIPOC were killed by police

· Over 72 million people have gotten COVID-19

Those are some depressing stats.

This year saw a lot of loss as well. Collectively, we lost Kobe Bryant. We lost Chadwick Boseman. We lost Alex Trebeck. We lost RBG for crying out loud! Individually, for thousands of families across the US, loss was personal. They had to go home to an empty spot at the table, a bedroom that had no purpose anymore, pictures on the wall that were now commemorations.

My family was one of them. On March 27th, we lost my younger brother, Raj, to suicide. It is easily, by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I distinctly remember waking up on March 28th (after 3 hours of sleep) and thinking to myself, “I will never be happy again.” That hasn’t held true, thankfully. Generally I am happy. But sometimes, still, I am really, really sad.

Here’s the thing about feelings — they are meant to be felt. Sadness, grief, mourning — these are all emotions that deserve to be expressed as openly and as freely as happiness, anger, and fear. Crying is the most primitive, the most basal expression of emotion. It is literally the first thing you do on this planet. And yet we work so so hard to never have to do it again. Why? Why are we so averse to sadness?

We live in a society that functions on happiness. We tell kids from a young age to stop crying and “put a smile on that face!” We buy goods and experiences, spend billions of dollars, in the hopes of being happy. We make sadness the “villain” in a cute movie about feelings (cough cough Pixar). We are so uncomfortable with sadness that when someone is going through grief or loss, we don’t know what to do so in a bout of self-preservation, we ignore it and walk away.

As the year comes to a close, people are going to try and coerce you to be happy. They’ll ask you to reflect on the bright spots of 2020, or want you to celebrate holiday cheer, or get hype because 2021 is right around the corner. But you know what? I say forget that. If you are sad,

just.

Be.

Sad.

If you feel like listening to your sad songs playlist (c’mon, we all have one), do it. If you feel like crying so much that you run out of tears, do it. If you feel like spending your New Year’s Eve watching the ball drop with your cat and drinking champagne straight from the bottle, FaceTime me because same.

2020 sucked. For a lot of people. For a lot of reasons. If you resonate with that, I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to spend this moment being happy, or hopeful, or joyous, or thankful.

Instead, you spend this moment feeling what is truly in your heart — whatever it may be.
Its sad part of me
By: Richman Overcomer
Tags: Life, People, Sadness

Its sad part of me

Everyday it becomes hard, life has unexpected events even though i stop my tears, i can’t hold them any longer and gone are sweet days, i can’t see the end of the pain

No matter how hard i try i cannot escape it, sadness becomes my nightmare, i am becoming hopeless thinking will i ever wake up from this, will better days to come for me

Its so sad but i have to look up even though i felt all alone
I Heard Some Terrible News Today
Tags: Sadness, Funny, Family

It was delivered via email, my response follows.

Update 05.03.16 — Barrister Maxwell Yagazie has yet to respond to my erm, response. Terribly unprofessional of him. Doesn’t he understand I’m grieving?

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https://english.rvo.nl/sites/default/files/webform/livestreaming.pdf

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My (swift) response…

I’ll keep you posted…
Reflection (Extended)
By: Fọlábòmí Àmọ Ó
Tags: Depression, Mental Health, Life, Poetry, Sadness

I hope

the world

doesn’t look at me

the way

I do

I hope they see

something different

when they catch

a glimpse

of the fragility

buried

in the chinks

of this guise

I don’t know

what version of me

this vizard

is showing

to the world

right now

For it is an act

and the curtains

shall come up

eventually

I just hope

it doesn’t show

the salt

trailing behind

an ocean of tears.
The Other Love
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing, Empathy, Writing Life, Poetry, Sadness

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The Edge
By: Rishi Sridhar
Tags: Poem, Depression, Reflections, Poetry, Sadness

I lie on the ground, calmly.

Burning heat tormenting me.

Night or day, I know not.

Society has left me to rot.

Some say I’m special.

Others say I’m antisocial.

No matter who,

They all say “Shoo!”

Am I odd?

I’ve been told about God.

“He is merciful!

He will feed you till your stomach’s full!”

Yeah, right.

I won’t go down without a fight.

As I look around me I see

Absolutely no mercy.

People dying, people living.

People caring, people daring.

I’m nothing but a lot of rust

To these specks of dust.

Where am I?

What am I?

Why am I here on Earth?

To live a life with no mirth?

A tap on my shoulder.

It grows colder.

I look behind.

Nothing, life is so unkind.

Why can’t it be my savior?

What was my misbehavior?

I was told about a Messiah.

But now, I see nothing but a

Padded wall.

I’m wadded up like a doll.

Can’t move, can’t speak.

I feel so weak.

What did I do?

What can I do?

Someone tell me.

Because I’m on the edge of insanity.

A voice comes, finally.

“Come to me!”

A black figure stands still.

You know what, I think I will.
Coming from Sadness to Joy
By: Trista Ainsworth
Tags: Life Lessons, Abundance, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

Friday afternoon of this week, I felt a bit sad. As I drove to a place to pick up a promised strawberry smoothie for my son, I felt the tears come. I decided to park in the parking lot and just let myself cry. Let the tears fall all the way. I told myself it was okay to feel this way. As I contemplated getting myself a takeout coffee from the cafe next door, I felt a longing to sit across a table from a friend with that coffee. I wanted to be able to chat with them for an hour or two.

I realized I felt sad that rainy, dark day just because I did. There was no outside circumstance that caused my emotional turmoil. It was because it comes around sometimes. When we do not feel joy, it is okay. It is so important to take some time out to give ourselves grace.

That is why I took the rest of Friday and Saturday to nurture and care for myself. I thought of the things that would feel good to do. To sit on the sofa, drink some tea, and put my feet into hot, soapy water was the solution. Watching a silly Christmas movie helped to soothe my soul. Today I had more joy in my heart to create this poem and share this with all of you.

On my 100-day journey of exploring abundance, sometimes there are days we do not feel it. It does not mean it isn’t there. It just means we need to care for ourselves until we can feel the presence of joy and overflow again.
The Darkest Sky
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Blue Insights, Writing, Writing Life, Poetry, Sadness

Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash

The Darkest Sky

we have quietly become those moments

which keep raining down on the pages

the many poems, they are my escape.

we have quietly become that song

which awakens the night, we poets know

how to paint the darkest sky.
4 Reasons Why Listening to Sad Music When You’re Unhappy Doesn’t Make You Weird.
By: Pavle Marinkovic
Tags: Psychology, Research, Life, Music, Sadness

4 Reasons Why Listening to Sad Music When You’re Unhappy Doesn’t Make You Weird.

Photo by Anastasia Kolchina from Pexels

You’ve had a long stressful day. You’ve arrived home and put on your pajamas right away. You’re just fed up with everything so you lay down and quite automatically turn on the music in your bedroom.

“Just want this day to finish so I can start fresh tomorrow”, you think to yourself.

In the background, an endless stream of songs between nostalgia, melancholy, and pure calmness, fills the cold space of your apartment.

You faintly smile to yourself.

“That’s what I was looking for”, you suddenly realize.

You stare into the ceiling, lost in your thoughts, trying to forget the outer world even exists.

This is the time you need for yourself.

Your mind wandering freely.

All this world for you to explore.

Alone, until you fade into darkness. You’re finally at peace and dreams soothe you.

Everything is alright.
The Leftover Poems
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing, Americanhaiku, Christmas, Poetry, Sadness

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Soul Tired
By: Thomas Plummer
Tags: Blue Insights, Self-awareness, Poetry, Love, Sadness

Tired,

so tired

Weary of the anger

Worn down by the pettiness

Overwhelmed by the stupidity

Fatigued to senselessness by the ones who deny the truth

My bones ache

My heart hurts

My brain can handle no more pain

There is tired my friends,

then there is soul tired

Where the world has conspired to age you overnight

When the wine does not even help

The days you hide under the blankets,

no longer willing to chance another hour of misery

Eyes closed,

dreaming of the lightness of dreary

Hoping for the patter of routine

Praying the shadow of death decides to head on home

I struggle today to find the light

My eyes to the heavens

Sun rising in all its dancing brilliance

The morning light gives me hope again

Something I left on the side of the road many months ago

The only thing that heals my soul is love,

but there is so little of this precious medicine left in the world

I need the love of a thousand hearts

but I know to get I must give again

So I do what I can

I give what is left to me to those who need it more

Whatever is still standing of this damaged man,

I promise to touch a needy heart today

To offer words of promise all this will end

I will offer a hand and lift one who has fallen

I refuse to surrender when I still believe

my soul only heals through the power of your love
Look to the SKy
By: Courtney B. Bell
Tags: Daddys Baby Girl, Memories, Sadness, Love Letters

Daddy, I miss you soo soo much you are the definition of love you are the reason why I try you are the one that I know loved me from birth and kept me by your side, you were on earth, now in heaven living your best life watching over us and praying day and night, You are the reason I have hope and believe because of the real love you put upon and taught me imma make you proud and follow my dreams because you gave me life and without you, there wouldn't be no me. I'm honored to be your youngest daughter and honored to one day become a queen because daddy you all the king of kings in my book to me. Sometimes thinking of you makes me cry because you are someone I really want in my life and if you were here on earth right by my side. every day would be a sunny day and I would feel like the luckiest person of all time. And when it's not a sunny day I'm sure you will wipe my little eyes and make me feel better and make everything feel alright. I know that you really was a hard working man and always cared about your children and was always there to lend a helping hand but when the family talks about you I tend to cry because I wish I had a deeper connection with you and have bigger memories like they did with you besides the day you died. When people tell me I look like you I feel you shaking their hand right by my side because even though we aren't together face to face I can feel your presence and know that you are alright. When things get tough I look and think about you because just thinking about you takes some weight off my shoulder and makes me feel brand new. I love you daddy and ill never forget about you. You might not have been present on earth for some time since the day you died but I feel your energy and I know you support and motivate me to be and act right. Tell the rest of the family up there I said hi and that I love them all and when I need something I'll look to the sky.
Why You’re Sad — How to Stop Being Sad
Tags: Sad, Psychology, Mental Health, Sadness, Mental Illness

How many of us are really capable of dealing gracefully with pain, stress, anxiety, and many other negative emotions? What I want you to achieve is grace under pressure and even though it may seem like an impossible task to do, it really isn’t. There are so many other tips to share on the subject but today I will share these three things, and if you do them, believe me, your life will get better and better and you will manage to deal with life’s challenges a lot more effective and in a more graceful manner.

These are the things I have tried and they have worked for me

Sleep — “The night makes everything alright”. On a bad day, you may like to go to sleep early or you may want to take a nap if you’re not feeling mentally well. Because let’s face it, sleep helps us temporarily forget our pains and sadness and when we get up, it feels like a fresh start. Bathing — Or you may just want to freshen up. I don’t know what is it with water, but cleaning up yourself not only makes you feel cleaner and better but also diverts your mind and involves it in something else. So whenever you get back to your problems, you’ll do so feeling better and with a fresh mindset. Old memories — Take out those old albums and videotapes and look at the good memories in the past. I’m talking about happy times. The innocent times are good enough to refresh your mood. The things to notice when you’re looking at old pictures — The smile on your face. How happy everyone is. That particular event. Even if you’re crying in the pictures or videos, smile at the moment (if you were a cry baby at that time). Talk to someone — You can call up or text your friend and rant about your situation and then both of you can scold the shitty situation. Or maybe you can call up an old friend, talk about things at both of your ends, scold the situation together (that’s the most fun part) and make plans to meet (that you know deep inside will never be fulfilled).

How To Deal With Depression and Sadness
the light
Tags: Light, Sadness, Anger

So much hopelessness in the world today. Such sadness and anger. The fight continues, I cannot let it extinguish who I am.
My Thoughts in a Nutshell
Tags: Sadness, Thoughts, Inferiority Complex, Spirituality

My Thoughts in a Nutshell

I start my writings by questioning myself and feeling sad over how unfortunate I am. It's really difficult for me to see a lot of things or get things right.

At the beginning of the year, I planned on achieving a lot of lofty goals. Some of this goals did come through but in the end it didn't fully materialise. And for that reason I try to ask myself why. What do I want to do next? What am I interested in?

Sometimes or many times, I refuse or choose not to see my interests as important. I tend to belittle myself but at the end of the day, it doesn’t do me any good.

For this year and for everyday, I want to choose to be good. I want to choose to love God in truth and not in pretense. I find it difficult not because I think God is unkind but because I’m unkind to myself and I don’t know how to go back to him. How do I go back and be sure I won’t continue to live in this life of debauchery.

My thoughts are not always coherent and logical but I know I'm not a bad person. I have flaws, many of which I'd love to change but nevertheless these are my flaws that'll I have to work on.

I want to think better and be better. Yes, I should.
Unretrievable Memories
By: Terry Mansfield
Tags: Poem, Life, Haiku, Poetry, Sadness

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“Old Poem”
Tags: Poem, Loneliness, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

At fifteen I went with the army,

At fourscore I came home.

On the way I met a man from the village,

I asked him who there was at home.

“That over there is your house,

All covered over with trees and bushes.”

Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole,

Pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof.

In the courtyard was growing some wild grain;

And by the well, some wild mallows.

I’ll boil the grain and make porridge,

I’ll pluck the mallows and make soup.

Soup and porridge are both cooked,

But there is no one to eat them with.

I went out and looked towards the east,

While tears fell and wetted my clothes.
Best Year Ever
By: David Milgrim
Tags: 2020, Hamster, Comics, Humor, Sadness

Are comics deep?

I didn’t work this drawing very long, but it’s got me wondering about the ability of a comic to be a statement of emotion. The isolation and pointlessness feel overwhelming and sad here, but the idea of a hamster on a treadmill, along with the cuteness factor still bring me a smile.

Though 2020 is overwhelmingly heavy on the bitter, the indomitable human spirit can add a tiny bit of sweet to almost anything.

Here’s my comic site.

And my IG.
An Extract of Numbing
By: Rajdeep Singh
Tags: Life, Depression, Emotions, Poetry, Sadness

We all do terrible things sometimes.

That’s expected;

It’s baked into us from the start.

The sun slowly hides behind the cloud, never to reappear.

You see the rays of sunshine, you feel the warmth of its glow.

Yet it is hidden, and however hard you try, you cannot see it.

The numbing of the sun, the numbing of the soul.

But it’s that feeling of remorse, that guilt, that terrible guilt;

Burning inside your chest.

That’s what distinguishes us in God’s eye.

None of us are blameless;

Except the soul that is not yet conceived or the animals.

They’re the only innocents.

What do you do when the sun does not come out.

The warmth slowly leaving, the numbing slowly arriving.
This Sorrow
By: Agnes Louis
Tags: Sorrow, Poetry, Loss, Grief, Sadness

This sorrow —

a voice beckoning from the dark

a substance seeping through my bones

threatening to spill

swallow me whole and spit me out

an empty shell —

Lurking in the dark

the shadow of the shadow

corners untouched by light

constricting my airways

so I —

needing to breathe

unable to —

start to

gasp, choke

my voice stuck

in an echo chamber

and the sobs —

Oh how the sobs seize

wrecking my body as if

I am but a rag doll

my body wrecked

rattled, jolted

in absolute mercy of

this sorrow —

Till I can see, hear, feel no more

no more —

Why then, these tears

These wretched tears

I hear it

that of what beats and pumps blood

the temple of my soul

cracking, breaking —

slowly turning into dust —

In the silence of the night

I beg —

Let me sleep

Let me sleep

Set me free

Let me go

Let me sleep.
Why do I love sad Russian soul?
By: Elena Kharchenko
Tags: Russian, Soul, Russia, Sadness

Why do I love sad Russian soul?

Undoubtedly, Russia is a unique country, and the people in it are also unique. I will tell you about one of the aspects of the uniqueness of Russian people.

What is Russian sadness?

It is overpowering feeling of desperation. Russian people enjoy their sorrow with no end. They are sad and wistful by default. They take melancholy for granted and relish it. Russian sadness has no reason, it just exists. This feature of character is inherent to Russian people and reflects Russian soul.

What are the reasons of Russian sadness?

There are some possible reasons of such Russian soul’s sorrow. They are harsh climate, low quality of life. Russia has a unique way of historical development. All these political issues, such as wars and repressions, left a substantial mark on country in general. These factors affects mentality a lot and forms soul of simple Russian person who never smile to be polite.

Why do I love Russia?

It’s a bit contradictory question, because I was in the state of detesting Russia as a country. When I was fourteen my cherished dream was to live abroad. It was also my main motivation to study English. But everything changed when I grew up. Harsh reality has replaced infantile dreams. Life abroad has ceased to be so attractive. I understood other countries are not salvation. There is no heaven on Earth.

Why do I love sad Russian soul?

The answer is a piece of cake. I’m Russian. I belong to this total Russian sadness. I was raised on similar principles as many generations before. My soul consist of complex of factors, similar with factors in souls of many Russians. We have shared mentality. And I’m part of global melancholic wave. I was grown up this way. It cannot be changed.

Conclusion

Summing up, I can say I love Russia because of despair. But I’m already glad to find my place in the world, at least in geographical terms. It should be mentioned I’m proud of being Russian. I’m proud of many aspects of Russian culture, like art, literature, music and others. But it’s issue for another story I’d tell you one day. Let me know if you are interested.

Thanks for reading.
-Lost Cause-
By: Brendan Terranova
Tags: Growth, Inner Journey, Change, Love, Sadness

The one you loved who got away.

Never to return.

You thought you had it all figured out.

Only to realize you were the cause of the pain.

They say it takes two to tango.

Now you’re dancing alone.

Travelling far and wide.

Only to realize you’re running from yourself.

No matter where you go, there you are.
Moment of Regret
By: Keira Waters
Tags: Relationships, Sadness, Betrayal, Hurt, Regret

That first night we had together. I remember it to be extraordinary. How he touched me and how he cared for me, but I did not touch him with the same caution he did me. I did not caress his body. I was hungry, impatient, lust-driven.

And he held me when I cried.

The first time he tried to open up to me. I rejected him. I put myself ahead of his needs. He wanted to be real with me for the first time, and I wanted him to fuck me and touch me instead. I lusted on him as he cried. I edged myself against him as he… See I cannot even remember what we were talking about. It wasn’t important to me then. I remember how angry he was with me. No, not angry, but hurt. Hurt that I didn’t care about him like he wanted me to care about him. Because I didn’t. He has always expected me to care about him in a way that I never did. And when I did, or when I thought I did it was already too late.

I am still in denial.

I am even in denial about being in denial.

How can I write this story without telling the whole truth of the matter? But I am so afraid of the whole story.

I had a boy who loved me. But I loved a boy. And our love was selfish. It was obsessive with the concept of being in love. When who we were were not meant to be together. We were vastly different, yet extraordinary the same.

How can I write this story?
The art of sorrow
By: Mawar Agustini
Tags: Art, Life Lessons, Poetry, Sadness

This feeling started in October

such a really weird way

but it’s beautiful

This man that I want to talk with every day

A man that I wanna talk about to everyone

My mind is filled with this man,

it hurt my head in a good way

Every day I think about all the chances we had

We were an impossibility from the start

We both are half-empty glass

trying to fill each other

Even I don’t know this man much

he has a special place in my heart and always

I’m learning, I’m loving, I’m alive,

and I’m thankful

5 Dec 20

-Agustini

I got my heart broken because of my own expectation. Funny thing is I absolutely know we wouldn’t make it for a long time, it’s just for a good time, so I play along with it. Then this feeling grows into something I’m not sure what it was. I don’t know about his feeling either. It keeps growing till it hurt myself, so I’ve decided to end it right away. Indeed at first, it feels really hard and I cry many times but I try to enjoy this moment because I can’t resist this sadness, so the only thing I can do was waiting for this time to pass by. It’s just temporary I believe. Why there’s need to be sadness and joy in this life, it’s for balance. Sadness is the same important as joy, we wouldn’t know what happy is if we never feel sad and otherwise. I’m thankful for this moment.
That Rainbow
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing, Written Tales, Poetry, Childhood, Sadness

That Rainbow

Photo by Yulia Gadalina on Unsplash

lonely childhood

will teach you to

paint rainbow,

even when the sky

is dark.

you will learn

to be your comfort.
Log Entry 4- Disappointment
By: Ultimate Fool
Tags: Self Improvement, Blog, Jobs, Failure, Sadness

It’s been a long time since I’ve written something.

What makes you happy ? Is it love ? Is it watching your favourite show ? Is it watching your team win matches ? Is it meeting your friends? Is it talking to your parents ? Is it going on walk with your sister? I don’t know. All of these things happened in last two days and still I’m feeling down.

Disappointment in yourself makes you sad as hell. I gave interview at one of the reputed company, it wasn’t too bad. I lowkey expected to go to next rounds but I failed initial screening test only. This is the first time I failed in an interview in a while. Last time this happened, I was in college. It hits you hard that you drop out after initial rounds. Although, it looked like my profile was not fit for their job, so I shouldn’t be too disappointed.

Still I feel down, I feel empty. I have been allocating most of my time to work these days. I have an opportunity to advance in this job but after this recent interview fiasco, I feel my chances are bleak for this opportunity. I need to change job and I’ve not been able to study properly. I’ve been distracted, I’m feeling stressed out.

Last two days have been really hard, My love life hasn’t been great. Love of my life is upset with me. I’ve made her sad repeatedly. I’ve disappointed her. I’ve not been the boyfriend and friend which I should have been. I’ve failed to understand her many times now. and I feel time is running very fast. I want to meet her so badly. I don’t know when I’ll be able to see her.

The work, I have deliverable this week, I’ll have to go to my cousin’s wedding this week. I feel stressed out!

Thinking about all of these, I couldn’t get sleep tonight, I’ve been awake and restless. I want to feel calm, want to feel the warmth when I am with her. I miss those days when I used to drop her in early morning. I miss those days when I used to pick her up on weekends and spend the day watching some movie with her. Ahh, What a beautiful time it was. I miss it. I miss all those days that I spent with her.

Ah, Let’s end this here today. I’ll try writing some more blog so that I don’t go insane.
I Hate Feeling This Way
Tags: Perfectionism, Failure, Sadness

I Hate Feeling This Way

I don't know why I feel sad. I always feel I'm not living up to my full potential or I'm so useless that it's difficult for me to achieve so really prized things.

I have placed my worth on being good or being the best at things. Perfectionism is bad and when it seems like you're no longer perfect (failing at things), you start losing confidence in yourself and you feel you're worth nothing.

I am plagued by being mediocre and not achieving my dreams. I don't even know what I want to do to be honest, I am just sick and tired of living in the motion and not feeling like I'm worth something.

I'm probably being ungrateful but I don't see myself as good enough. Is should stop measuring my achievements against that of others but it's so difficult when people are growing and going places and you just feel like you're overstepping your boundaries when you also want to take those steps.

I need to know who I am a what I want to achieve.
Mental health awareness.
Tags: Mental Health, Sadness

Mental health awareness.



What is mental health?



The health that was neglected and maybe neglected nowadays too.



Psychological, social wellbeing that effects our thinking capabilities, our emotions and how we make choices.







Due to various factors, mental health gets disrupted which will be called mental health disorders or mental illness.



As every thing in the universe has types of a particularity, this illnes also has different types



• Depression



• Anxiety



• Schizophrenia



• Eating disorders



Many addictive behaviours







As we grow up, we come to the realization that we had a messed up mental health way before adolescence. Bursting crying every little while, not wanting to eat and even hating the way you look. It has become a well known fact that mental illness exists way before us but wasn’t taken seriously and was just considered as sadness.



So how do we differentiate between a disorder and sadness?



Sadness is a part of human nature or also a living being nature(if that’s a thing). It’s a time to time feeling and goes away quickly and doesn’t effect your daily life. It may also be called as feeling low, down and doesn’t impact life in a big way.











Depression, anxiety or other types of mental illness effect your way of analysing things, how you see yourself, how you understand the world and also comes up for no literal reason. Depression effects every aspect of your life and to get help is the first thing you should do.







A good mental health is very important for us all to keep on with life and feel worthy. Just as a good physical health is important mental health is as much. It helps to enjoy every aspect of life and cope up with everything. A good mental health is also inner strength.
The Pain
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: This Happened To Me, Writing, Americanhaiku, Relationships, Sadness

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How I Learned To Be Okay With Feeling Sad
By: Eisha Kamran
Tags: Acceptance, Feelings, Sadness

Honestly speaking, it’s not easy. And it does not happen overnight. It takes you months and in my case even years of crying and not being able to accept your feelings.

Sometimes, you feel so helpless that you just cannot do anything about what happened in your life and sometimes even what keeps happening everyday. Because that is just not in anyone’s hands. No one can do anything for you. And worst part is that, even you can’t do anything for yourself. Neither can you change anything about your life, nor how you feel about all this.

Accepting one’s feelings is the hardest thing ever

Talking about myself here, I still cannot say that I COMPLETELY accept my feelings. Because that would be a lie. But what I think and feel is that at least now I don’t owe myself an explanation for being sad. I don’t bother to think that what is hurting me this time, because there is not one thing, there are a lot of reasons of me being this way. And there’s literally nothing that I can do about it. So I compelled myself to believe this that yes, this is the way you feel and this is the way you are supposed to feel because nothing in your life is the way it should be or could have been. This is how I learned to normalise being sad. And now that I have accepted my sadness due to a lot of reasons, I never question anyone for being sad. Yes I do ask them the reasons but I never question them because there is a lot that can happen in someone’s life.

Accept yourself the way you are
A Tribute
By: Yamini B
Tags: Life, Life Lessons, Tribute, Love, Sadness

A Tribute

Photo by narasimhan

Everything seems to be a big blur.

Where to begin? We plan and prepare ourselves for many things in life. However, this is definitely not one of them!

A huge shocking and devastating moment…

One moment, you are here… the next moment, you are not!

Life is laughing at us, after playing out this cruel joke all of a sudden. How on earth does one grasp this strange, twisted reality?

It seems like numbness is our bodies’ only comeback to this cruelty. So much numbness…feels like we have turned into zombies surviving in a world that has become apocalyptic due to all the mounting uncertainty around us.

At this point, our only saviours are tears. We want to sob like babies by losing the track of time. But, again life has a different idea.

Forcing us to be adults all of a sudden and move on…

While life is playing all these games, time seems to be the ultimate healer. As it helps in slowly wearing us off, let us not forget to hold onto all those beautiful memories!

So many heart-warming moments spent together over the years…

Let us lock all of them safely deep inside our hearts…just within our reach to relive them anytime.

Suddenly, we are thrown into an abyss…but you are no where to be found to guide us through this.

Maybe this is your way of teaching us the ultimate lesson of life.

A very painful lesson…

Even when we are scared and lost, let us hold on to each other and stand strong to make you proud and happy!

Reality can try its best but you are right here…next to all of us…

Watching over us…like always!

…Forever!
The Havoc
By: Md Ittisafur Rahman
Tags: Poem, Depression, Sadness

If you ever think, you can make me a whole again do try so,

But I’m sorry I can make you whole but you will fail to do so,

As I do my poetry in the diary of a Deadman.

The Raven peeks at my window as I kept writing.

Eyes left in bloodshot, the raven looks at me.

I lie there smiling knowing I can’t be resurrected.

If you ever think, you can make me a feel secure again do try so,

But I’m sorry, it’s my duty to make you feel strong and safe but you will fail to do so,

As I do my poetry in the diary of a Deadman.

While the night is silent but the screams aren’t

The trees, the walls, the spirits have seen me crying.

But no one ever heard a sound. Just like the night, I trained to be.

If you ever think, you can make me a smile again do try so,

But I’m sorry, it’s my responsibility to make you smile but you will fail to do,

As in the midst of dark nights, I died a long time ago.
That Alchemy
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Nonfiction, Writing, Letting Go, Sadness, Meditation

That Alchemy

A meditation on tears — day 4 of 30 days letting go challenge. Priyanka Srivastava ·Dec 5, 2020

Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

when we can’t speak we use tears to show our feelings. tears flow quietly and ruin the page, they smudge the words and write a different tale. we need to let go our tears because sometimes they paint a different page. we need to learn to hold them within, we need to find that alchemy which can convert them into a piece of art.

sadness, words, anxiety and tears together they occupy places in us, we need to let go and tumble those building blocks.
Ugly Feet
By: Ausubel Pichardo
Tags: Poem, Breakups, Poetry, Love, Sadness

Picture taken by author.

The rats are singing again, they mimic our whispers, and make the bed-sheets cover up in shame.

The silence explodes, it erases the words our fingers drew in the air. The regrets won’t stop mocking me.

The bachata dances in solitude. The red tulips curl up their dry arms. The floor mourns the absence of your ugly feet.

The world spins again. The yellow sun slaps my face. Do you miss how the white moon washed our thick hair?

You know all of this, don’t you, mi amor? Your kisses, your besos, remain my fable.
No String Attached!
By: Fahmida Huq
Tags: Depression, Poetry, Heartache, Book Of Life, Sadness

The connection has been lost!

No more attachment found

No leftover happiness

No legacy of contentment

No wave of emotions around!

Not in mother

Not in child

Not in prayer

Not in mine!

The road is dark and empty...

No more calling

from a sleeping city,

No more calling

from sparkling stars,

No more calling

from that silver lining Moon,

How incredibly I walked that far!

With big unbelieving eyes

looking at that torn thread...

Love, care and expectations

were passing through that line!

Eyes full of tears

But drops are literally frosted,

as the emotions

became rock hard,

neither any fire can light it up,

nor any heat can melt it down!

Sleepless night,

Dreamless life,

Heartless mind,

leads me to a world of numbness!!
My nana as been fighting terminal cancer now for around a year and half…..
By: Lianza B
Tags: Pain, Funerals, Loss, Grief, Sadness

My nana as been fighting terminal cancer now for around a year and half…..

Its horrendous how much she as changed. My mum and her sister had been caring for my nana over the duration….

After my mums sister would finish work, my mum would then come home and make our tea and so forth…..

My nana looked so poorly but being the beautiful proud lady she was still dying her hair in between all that pain. God bless her.

Prior to being diagnosed with cancer my nana would go out to the shopping centre each weekend, then she and my grandad would call and visit us each Saturday, you see we live some distance from my nana and grandad, we are up in the south of Manchester and my nana the North.

My grandparents still driving about, each weekend I would look forward to the coming. So excited for there car to arrive. Soon as I would here the car door shut I would run out to give my nana cuddles and she would flinch, arghhhh. Ha ha thinking I was going to dive on her and knock her flying lol, kill her with kindness. You see my nana was only little, there wasn’t much of her, so you can see why me running towards her like a stampedo. She would cringe and shout out for my mother lol.

Oh I loved my Saturdays with my nana and grandad.

Going back when I was much smaller, Myself and my grandad would draw and play school, I was the teacher of course. My mums sister Lisa would always ask could she play, and I would hesitate to begin, I mean it was my dad with my nana and grandad so of course I had to think if I would be so kind to let her join in ha. My mum and nana would be having a good old natter in the kitchen whilst making a brew. Having a good old moan between themselves, a good chin wag. Awww I do miss my nana. Although I feel like she as been with me upon my journey, throughout my battles and all the trials and tribulations I have faced.

Both my mother and nana would say to me when I was a small child.

I no a little girl who had a little curl, when she was good, she was very very good….. then pause. And say but when she was bad she was horrid, in a cute voice as though the were playing with me……

I wonder if they knew then it would turn out to be true. Well in my teenage years I wasn’t to bad yet iv got some great stories to tell so stay tubed.

Now to the hardest part of my story……

Saying good bye to my Nana.

Stirring the gravy for the Sunday dinner I asked my farther…..

Dad, have you spoken to my mother?? I was wondering how my nana is getting on.

My farther casually replies, oh yeah your mum as just called, she said she is going to be staying up at your nanas as the doctors have said your nana will not last the night.

A ball in my throat, the feeling I was choaking, knott’s suddenly churning in my stomach…..

Holding the spoon starring down at the gravy in the pan. I dropped the wooden spoon and replied.

Take me to my nana’s. I need to be there. My eyes filling up, unexpected that it was so soon…….

My dad took me up to my nana’s…….

Tbc
The year 2020
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing, Pandemic, Americanhaiku, Poetry, Sadness

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What is life?
By: Sonia Batool
Tags: Life, Stress, Happy, Works, Sadness

Life is the name of changes . Every thing that have life . Change at every movement .

Season ……..

Season is Change at a specific time .

And time is change at every movement .

Every winter is goes to make came up spring .

As it is every happiness is come out .To come up the sadness .

Always remember …

Every sadness is come with ha happiness.

Pins of clock….

Every pin is runs in his circle . no big pin touch to small pin or nor small pin is touch to medium pin.

As it is your duty and or changes are with you. No one can interfere in your affairs.

And try to you don’t interfere in other life’s .

You will be happy….

When you do your works in its time you will be happy . when u understand balance is one who is that you become happy. You will not hunt of stress and pressure of work .

Regards…

My name is Sonia . plz comment me of your observation.😊
That Heart
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Writing, Writers On Writing, Poetry, Poetry On Medium, Sadness

That Heart

Photo by Jilbert Ebrahimi on Unsplash

that heart

which shatters quietly

but the noise will leave

many cracks.

those people will never be

the same.
Sadness
By: Priyanka Srivastava
Tags: Blue Insights, Writing, Reflections, Letting Go, Sadness

Photo by Mario Azzi on Unsplash

Sadness

sadness is an emotion which dominates our thoughts sometime, we hide in a shell and try to fight in quiet way, we forget that sadness is part of life. Some days we need to hide to bloom, some nights we need to wilt and wait for those dewdrops to awaken us. Because with time we have learnt it’s okay to be sad and let go instead of holding it all within. Our heart has to be cleansed.
Missing Ridge Shingles
By: Golden Gate Home Inspections
Tags: Roof Inspection, San Francisco, Roof Leak

Ridge shingles are the first layer of defense against moisture intrusion. In this example, you can see that roof shingles are missing which can lead to moisture intrusion into the attic and eventually the home. Professional roof inspections can help locate issues such as these and help prevent costly damage to the home’s interior.
I went to a Vintage Fashion Show Expo in San Francisco! (Pre-Quarantine)
By: Irene Dadkoush
Tags: Fashion, San Francisco, Vintage, Fashionblogger, Vintage Clothing

A beautiful sunny Saturday which fooled me not to take my jacket and freeze to death at the end of the day! I mean it’s September in California! who would’ve thought!

(Pro tip: never forget to take your jacket anywhere you go when you’re in San Francisco!)

You could find items here which wear museum quality and also the ones which just looked vintage but not authentic.

For me who always loved and adored vintage fashion, this was an opportunity to get inspired and to enjoy seeing every piece and also imagining the people wearing these in one of the days of their life which life was absolutely different than now! It’s interesting to think of it this way!

Well, these are some of the highlights:

Love me some vintage lucite style bags with red roses details!

It can’t get any better ♥️

Personally I don’t think there’s a limit on what you want to wear! Which means if you like it, wear it! To be more specific I’d wear this as a street look with a whit or black T and any shades of blue/black/white jeans or with a cute vintage looking or even a skater dress with a little fluff for an afternoon tea, I’d also pair it with a little black dress for an evening classy look!

This next one caught my eyes because let’s face it anything that falls outside the line would catch my eyes!!

Well, this is a vintage hat box! Interesting right?

*Some general information about hats through out the history:

hats became popular since around 1600! And they changed to so many forms and types depending on the family class, hairstyle or the era in general. From very small hats to very detailed ones. Side note: I thought this must be interesting for the Chanel lovers to know that the Chanel icon and founder aka Gabrielle Chanel started her carrier by designing hats!*

Anyhow, hatboxes became popular in the early 1900s. This particular design is from around 1960s!

I’m in love!

Well seeing this lady in the next picture was super fun and no she’s not a mannequin!

Not to forget to mention that this look is inspired from 1920s and she absolutely nailed the look! Head to toe! Starting from her hat and the hairstyle which was the most popular hairstyle at that time! Her make up was exactly what and how women would wear it at that time. Her overcoat was made of silk-velvet which is very rare nowadays and she was wearing these white tights which made her skin even more lighter because people in those time didn’t really like to get tanned! And the shoes and the clutch! She absolutely rocked! I didn’t forget to tell her this 1 thousand times, lol.

Here are some other pictures and highlights of that day which I thought might be interesting for you to check out: