Im happy but there is a heavy feeling of sadness in my heart that I just can't remove. Why am I like this?
Last Updated: 21.06.2025 03:15
You are like me, then.
I had run out of hope.
So if you are sad - like me - then be sad.
It’s difficult to put into words exactly what caused what, but to the best of my ability to describe it, I felt as if my will to keep fighting was beaten right out of me.
What I am trying to say is that when you stop trying to change yourself into something you are not, you give yourself the gift of discovering yourself as you already are.
But unlike before, there is no more resistance to the sadness.
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And the sadness?
This interpretation lead me on a path of self improvement, to fix what I considered to be “wrong” with myself.
It’s still here.
It wasn’t until about 10 years ago that I finally fell out of that ferris wheel of trying and failing to fix myself.
I was tired of fighting.
But no matter what I read or practiced, I could never make the sadness budge for longer than a few fleeting moments - and even then, it was likely due to me being distracted from the sensation of sadness rather than anything actually shifting.
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When I stopped trying to force myself to be something I am not, I gave myself the freedom of being who I am.
It’s impossible to overstate the freedom and peace I discovered, and I realized the only one who had been keeping those from me was… me and my imagined standards and expectations for how I had imagined I should be.
What most people don’t know unless they’ve looked more closely is that there is also an element of deep, profound sadness that has always been with me since as long as I can remember.
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Needless to say, my failed attempts to fix my sadness simply brought me more pain and suffering.
In the absence of a should, I was free to be as I am.
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So I finally threw my hands up and said something to the tune of “fuck it, since I can't seem to change, I’ll just be whatever I am then.”
Now, this may sound like a story of failure and giving up, but it’s actually a story of liberation.
The sadness was still there.
It’s the most beautiful and liberating thing in the world.
I was tired of trying and failing.
Most people that know me would probably describe me as a social, happy, and somewhat quirky person with a twisted sense of humor.
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Without resistance, sadness has a sense of beauty and depth I cannot find otherwise in life.
It’s here now, writing to you.
Be who you already are.
For much of my adult life, I interpreted this sadness as something being wrong - with either myself or my life in general.