Subjective Sad Head Days

To use a rationale as part of the process to recover from a setback has been adopted to help reason with ones self. So we don’t create enemies within our own mind all the time. We don’t turn ourself against its own, which is really, quite useful. When I have setbacks of sadness, its the rational that can inhibit me from trying to break a cycle of the truth behind the setback in the first place. To cushion the pain by saying' ‘but life is really good martha, you don’t have anything to be sad about’, can really be a false sense of protection. We can always tell ourselves ‘ but others have it harder’ or ‘but you’re in a good place right now, so be grateful and not question this low moment’.

That voice to keep questioning your sadness as something of less than true is harmful. We can and should feel sad sometimes, without negotiating it. Sad heads can be a break from always feeling untouchable on the heights of the happiest of days. I don’t enjoy being sad, who does?? Having said that, sad head days are voices that ring true sometimes as well. To bring honesty rather than pink skies of happy. Happy is lovely, I soak happy days up. Gulping in each happy day faster and faster. Yet the pace of happy days can come crashing if not looked after. Which is why, sad days are no longer seen as disappointments or let downs. They are just a break in rhythm.

Rationalising sadness is not really that respectful. Sometimes. Context is helpful to explain this more. Of course, your pain is valid, should be listened and ultimately not subjected to questioning of is it really ‘real’. Sad is sad. It is a scale and objectified by the one that is feeling it. So never feel that a sad head is a setback, it’s just a break. It’s to be felt, like the same when you’re feeling your euphoric self on the best of days.

I no longer try to get angry about sad head days. No longer think or believe I am falling down. Just steeping to the side before I get back in the lane. I no longer want to feel as though my sadness can be something I question as not as important as someone else’s hardships. My head is mine to believe, I no longer want to fear the sad days. They are as helpful to me as the happy head days.