I’ve been struggling with this text for quite some time, with a feeling that writing seems hopeless. Addressing the emotional depth of sadness has turned out to be surprisingly tricky. I’m not sure why chatting about it feels so complicated. This overwhelming sense of emptiness makes me crave just, well, nothingness. There are days when the simplest tasks become major missions. Getting out of bed, eating, drinking, engaging in thought, even breathing – all reduced to painful tasks. Wake up and go to work each morning feels as if my arms and legs were attached to chains. And trust me, it is an excessive load.

Regrettably, a constant truth is that work requires attendance, it doesn’t matter if facing emotional challenges. But does writing about it solve the issue? Yet, the question arises: can the act of discussing these struggles offer a solution? Exploring my relationship with silence, this reluctance might be the very thing impeding me from starting this post.

However, since, writing serves as a liberating act of survival, I thought it would be good to give it a try. So, let’s brainstorm. “Hey, Google, how do I eliminate this profound sadness?” In response, a vast bullet-point list showed up, detailing unappealing and unhelpful activities. Perhaps I should return to my streaming platform in an attempt to find an answer. According to my dearest series, “My Liberation Notes,”  a human being’s greatest ability is merely existing, happy or not.

I wish there were a five-minute happiness pill to include a little joy into my day. Lady luck could cooperate, and only positive things might happen. It’s Okay Not To Be Okay, comes to my mind! Unfortunately, this is not the case. I look around, just like the Pablo Escobar meme from the “Narcos” series, thinking about rearranging my room with my preferences. More metaphors… But the sadness persists, glued in my throat, without any indication of going down. I wonder if my stomach acids could settle it – a seemingly fantastic solution – yet, regrettably, it remains unaffected. Sadness is indeed an inconvenient truth.

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