It is amazing to me what a night of sleep (or even a few hours) can do for your soul. Somehow all the weight of the world and the hurt and sadness get lightened as your body does what it is naturally supposed to do: sleep.
Last night I was feeling really low. Kris and I had ended the evening on a negative note and he went to bed, while I stayed out in the living room crying and writing. It is so hard in the midst of hurt feelings and pain to see beyond it. Last night, I knew that all was going to be well. I knew that in the morning my perspective would be different, fresher. But in the moment, I allowed my sad, negative emotions to just be present. Why is it that we derive some sort of sick pleasure out of wallowing in our misery? What is that all about?
Last night I was feeling really low. Kris and I had ended the evening on a negative note and he went to bed, while I stayed out in the living room crying and writing. It is so hard in the midst of hurt feelings and pain to see beyond it. Last night, I knew that all was going to be well. I knew that in the morning my perspective would be different, fresher. But in the moment, I allowed my sad, negative emotions to just be present. Why is it that we derive some sort of sick pleasure out of wallowing in our misery? What is that all about?
