Foreword Up to this point, I have lived my whole life with the idea that sadness was a permanent fixture in my consciousness.
Heavy in my mind, I drowned in it constantly. I feared sadness so much that I would be devastated when it arrived—so much so that I needed to mark the days in my calendar for these monumental paradigm shifts.
I’ve sat with this feeling for so long that I even gave my sadness a name, Victoria. A beautiful and tragically apt name befitting of an emotion just as devastating.Read more on themighty.com