downplayed riotous jammed

“Sad is happy for deep people.”

It made me think of this post. And…there’s some truth in it I think. A little.

I’m so sorry that you’re depressed again (well, ever, really). Having the friends who can listen without offering brilliant suggestions is one of the greatest blessings I have, and I wish the same for you. The other people need to be *ahem* corrected in their thinking.

“Have you ever tried to just cheer up? We all get a little blue…”

“Have you ever tried eating through a straw?” *BAM!*

After reading about your sadness, I’ve been contemplating my own life this week and wondering what kind of sadness I might have. Would crying jags for no apparent reason qualify as deep sadness? Or is it just the stress-related sadness of a working mom with three kids blowing off steam? I sometimes like to think I have everything figured out in my life, and am in complete control, but the truth is that I don’t, not really.

I met with my girlfriend last weekend and she was so kind. She’s a nurse (sometimes I call her late at night to ask her whether that rash on my toddler’s butt is something to be concerned about and she runs on over, so I tend to think she’s qualified to give advice to everyone she encounters, especially her friends). She could see the weary look in my eyes over lunch. I told her I was fine but she knew I wasn’t totally fine. She knows I was coping, but exhausted. When I started crying, she saw it as sadness. I wasn’t sure what it was, even though the crying only lasted a few minutes. She offered all kinds of great advice, like trying to get my crazy household on some sort of routine and me actually getting to bed a little earlier, getting a housekeeper, taking my vitamins, praying more… I liked all of her advice and vowed to take some of it. Honestly, this week I’ve been doing more of these things, except for the housekeeper (which I can’t afford). For some odd reason, I actually feel better this week than last. Though, again I know my sadness doesn’t sound like the deep kind that won’t work with advice.

I tend to think that the moments in my life when I have been the saddest have either been when I had just experienced a significant loss (my dad died two years ago), or when I felt that life was out of control. For me, this week, I felt a little more in control, and actually a little less tired.

Anyway, my point is THANK YOU for bringing this topic up in such a frank and honest way. I think it may have affected many more people than you know, and though that might not make you feel any better, perhaps it can bring a small smile to your face. At least I hope so. Thanks again Jenn!

Thanks for this one Jenn.