I was feeling it. Pure sadness—the inescapability of it plowing through the softest part of me. When you’re in that kind of painful place you’ll try to climb the walls to get away from it. You want it over with.
“Love your sadness. It won’t last long.” A friend texted me late at night. I caught it just as I was turning off my bedroom light.
Love my sadness?
Love my sadness.
“Sadness gives you the chance to be still with the most tender place of your being.”
Sadness is an opportunity to deeply appreciate your losses and your longings.
Sadness brings you eye to eye with your aspirations.
Love gives your sadness the energy it needs to move through you… so it can move on.
Loving your sadness is a form of self-respect and truth.
And freedom always follows truth.