Why no one mentions Sadness (27.02.2015)

Why do we suffer in silence?

Why are some of us so ashamed of expressing sadness and feeling shitty and low?

Why do we suffer alone?

There are some that suffer more than others,

I think I am one of them.

Or am I?

Is it just because no one speaks about it? About anxiety, about depression, about all the shit that runs through our heads at toxic speed sometimes.

No one really speaks of this in most public spaces (online or in 'real time,') it's not something we really mention when someone asks, ''how are you?''

It's just not really acceptable, is it?

The only place where we seem to deal with all the shit that haunts us, is in our heads; locked away; alone. And it is here where it poisons us and it spreads..if we do not let it speak.

Decay. 'The minute of Decay' is when it finally bleeds, when it needs to come out.

And it will come out, sooner or later.

For me, the shit that haunts me seems to come out a week before my period - sometimes before, sometimes afterwards - and it's like a monster; a monster adamant to kill anything in its path.

But tonight, I channeled it, I channeled this 'monster' energy into a more healthy direction. 

And it felt good, and I began to feel better.

First, I just let myself cry; letting it all out, all those stagnant tears coming out, swimming down my cheeks and patching my eyes red.

I cried and I cried.

Feeling myself a failure, feeling all the failings of my life in that moment; my worthlessness; my insignificance. My ego shedding, bit by bit, making room for my soul to breathe again.

I felt the whole of my body in that moment, and I became present.

Our tears are our direct connection to the soul - to source, to God - and we should never feel ashamed to cry, ever. Our tears are an expression of the soul, 

and so why should we feel ashamed of expressing our soul, anywhere?

Because we're just expected to be perfect, aren't we?

- In this so-called 'civilised' society.

Well, we're not perfect.
We're not perfect because we are human,

and sometimes..
 ''human being is a piece of shit.''

I am not perfect and it's about time I stopped striving to be so.

It's about time we all stopped trying to be and just let ourselves be who we want to be.

There is no right or wrong or perfect way of doing things, and especially so when it comes to being creative. The main thing is to enjoy it.

And lastnight, I thoroughly enjoyed dancing to music..

''..dancing like I don't give a fuck.'' *

( http://youtu.be/GDaSAOF_wL4 )

Do what you want to do, not what is expected of you.

Mistakes are allowed.

Learn from them. Learn to laugh at yourself.

Peace.

X

*Homage to my late friend, Tobias Gill.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VSMCVChOQkA)