The Sadness
It’s an unusually warm winter’s day. You’d think I’d find some peace and happiness in the gentle warmth, but I simply can’t. My mind is cluttered with too many thoughts, each adding to my turmoil and sadness.
I head to the kitchen to bake, a pastime that usually brings me joy. Yet today, even one of the things I love most,cooking,fails to lift my spirits.
I try to calm my mind, pushing away the negatives and filling the void with positive thoughts, but nothing seems to work. I can’t help but wonder: Why are we here? What is our purpose? Is there one at all?
This is depression, and I don’t know how to escape it. Many of us suffer from depression and anxiety with nowhere to turn. Our mental health care in the United States is nearly nonexistent, and instead of truly caring, society often seems more intent on tearing us down.
Lately, I’ve found myself becoming increasingly detached from my emotions, neglecting my own inner needs. Life has dealt me some very crappy cards.I used to play my best hand with a 3 and a 7, but now, it’s getting harder and harder to hold on.
I’ve given so much of myself to others and forgotten to replenish my own spirit, leaving me feeling alone and deeply sad. I know many of us can relate to this.
Just once, when someone asks how I am, I want to answer honestly: “No, I’m not okay.” But the question has lost its meaning, reduced to a hollow formality.
So today, I’m committing to breaking that trend of superficial responses and empty formalities. From now on, when I ask, “Are you okay?” I want a genuine answer, and when someone asks me, I will respond honestly. I truly believe that if more of us embraced this vulnerability, we could help lower the rates of depression and anxiety.
Be brave, be real, and remember—you are not alone in feeling this way.
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