Iâve been having a hard time lately and I really wanted to abandon the day but instead Iâm saying hello to the bus driver with pink puffy eyes Iâm letting tears fall freely onto the park bench Iâm staring despondently out the sandwich shop windowÂ
Itâs not about romanticizing your sadness. Itâs actually not about you at all. Itâs about the unusually colored pigeon and the dad and son throwing a football while they walk down the street and hearing Chaka Khanâs My Love is Alive blaring from a modded 2003 Honda civic that will, even if itâs just briefly, pull you out of the cave.
Allow your feelings to interact with the world. Find reminders of what life was, is, and can be beyond and within these feelings.Â
Go for a walk, enjoy the taste of your salty tears, and when youâre ready, lay down in the grass until youâre itchy enough to remember there are sensations other than this dull ache. Then buy yourself an impracticality large bottle of water. Maybe go see a movie by yourself.Â