When I’m sad, it startles my loved ones.
Most of the time, I’m bubbly and easy-going. But a wave of sadness hit me this week like no other.
And it’s wrapped in a cloak of overwhelm. The kind that paralyzes productivity. It numbs my limbs and robs me of reason.
My brain and body swirl in and out of the darkness. Heat rises up my neck and pushes the tears out. They trickle down my cheeks and I wipe them away.