When Sadness Knocks

Some days arrive quietly, carrying a heaviness I can’t always name. It doesn’t shout or announce itself it just shows up in my chest, in my pace, in the way the light feels different.

Sadness has a way of disguising itself. Sometimes it’s weariness. Sometimes it’s distraction. Sometimes it’s silence when I usually have words.

I’m learning not to push it away, not to rush it out the door. Instead, I try to sit with it. To notice its shape. To breathe around it. To remember that feeling it doesn’t mean I’m lost in it, it means I’m alive enough to feel.

Being sad, sometimes it allows the space to reflect and plan, and is a normal human emotion.

& if I let it stay for a while, sadness eventually softens. It doesn’t disappear, but it loosens its grip. Almost like it just wanted to be seen.