When I Cry.

About 12 hours before I took these photos, I was in a state of sadness, a kind I get more frequently, most recently. I consoled in my incredibly supportive partner who helped me get through it, I begin to tangent off in my mind and over-exaggerate small problems (that aren’t even problems necessarily) but I don’t mean to belittle my sadness, just rationalise it for my own sake. 

These days or moments of sadness feel like a lake of blue flowers that floods rapidly around me. It comes in stages and processes itself neatly around my day-to-day life. I don’t know what the name or label of this way of being is, I’m sure there’s many a name for it with a deep dive into the scary world of the internet; but I address it today and any day I may feel it to remind myself that I am not a sad person, I have a lot of joy in my life in fact! It is just that joy can get washed away very easily, to make way for a storm of misery. 

Talking about it definitely helps, which is why I write so openly about this. Bottling it up does not help. Just being able to put a word to how I am feeling I find often helps, and then creating from it rationalises it and helps me to begin moving on.