Two days ago I woke up feeling sad. I had had a very busy menstrual week that led to an exhausting weekend, and Monday when I didn’t take care of my spiritual needs but rather cleaned the after-party house. I got up, snuggled with Svarun, and went to the bathroom, where I found Her in the mirror.
»What are you doing here?« I asked Her. She didn’t say anything but I knew that she’s here for a reason. Sadness never came without one.
I tried to waltz her out: »Listen, I think you got it wrong. I’m having a great time, you see. And for the first time in history, I can feel that my life is going in the right direction. I can smell it and sense it and nearly touch it. And I can feel it’s good. It’s real good. So you can just leave because I’m doing alright. Besides, I don’t have time to lay around and cry all day. I mean, why should I if I know everything is fine and I’m just a little tired, that’s all?«
»It’s not me who got it wrong. You did,« said She.
This made me uncomfortable. I didn’t want to hang out with Sadness, I had huge plans for myself that day. So I started again, a little less patient, a little less calm: »Please leave, I’m busy.«
Svarun crawled into the bathroom to pee. We were late, really late, so I told him to hurry up and dress himself: »Nona will be here any minute now and it’s not fair to leave her waiting.«
My mum picks Svarun up every morning and takes him to his daycare because she works a few hundred meters away.
»I won’t be bothering you. I’ll just sit down and wait until you’re not busy anymore, ok?« she said, swinging herself on my red sofa and making herself very comfortable.
My mom came, and because we weren’t ready, I told her – barely sucking it up – that I will take Svarun to kindergarten.
»Look, I’m not going to be not busy anytime soon, so maybe we can agree to meet some other time. I have to take Svarun to kindergarten now and then I have a bunch of things to do because I’m going to be late anyway, this ride is going to take me at least an hour and …«
»I’ll go with you,« she reasoned and sneaked into the car.
I cried. And cried. And cried. And as I escorted Svarun to his daycare, I cried some more.
I cried for the past few years, when I related more with DOING than with BEING. I cried for that. I cried for all of us who got caught up in this patriarchal wound. When did doing become more important than being? When did our achievements become more important than how loving we are towards each other?
The more I cried, the better I felt. Me and Sadness were both very quiet, and yet we knew exactly what the other meant.
She was saying: »You’ve been ignoring me.«
I was saying, »I don’t want to be Sad.«
She was saying: »You’re making me feel like I’m bad or something.«
I was saying: »Well, you make me feel bad.«
She was saying: »That’s yours to deal with, not mine.«
I was saying »What do you mean? I’m not supposed to feel sad if I’m conscious of my path.«
She said: »Whoever told you that, hasn’t got it all figured out.«
I stopped my thoughts. I stopped crying. She was right. Whoever told us Sadness was bad? Whoever told us to stop being sad, because we should have thought before about it, when our favourite toy broke? Whoever told us that we’re not supposed to think about sad things because then sad things will happen?
Well, only Everybody.
And now it’s enough.
Feel your Sadness, she’s here to guide you somewhere.
Accept your Sadness, because she’s a part of your equation.
Rethink your relationship to your Sadness, because she’s not the bad that you need to steer clear of. She part of the story, your story. And it’s a real story, where positive and the negative live together in harmony. She is not here to lure you down into depression; she’s here to remind you of all the reasons that you have to feel good. She’s here with you all the time, to help you be the best you you can be at this point in time. She is you and you are her.