Open When Youre Sad Novels & Stories

I can slowly feel myself starting to fade and I hate it. Shouting and cheering bring me out of my daydream and I quickly realise that someone has found their mate causing a small smile to grace my face. It's always happy news when someone finds their mate, even if I don't know them, I wish them well. My sad smile quickly turns to a wince when something accidentally bumps into me causing my ribs to scream out in pain.

Everything has a reason? There are moments and events in life that we cannot control. So when sadness knocks, let it in, but don't close the door. Leave your chest open so she can get out. The sadness that gets trapped becomes bitterness. It's better to turn sadness into tears, because tears help wash the soul, like rain washes the earth, and then presents us with a beautiful rainbow.

Her emotions swung like a pendulum, from moments of numbness to intense bouts of sorrow. During one particularly harrowing evening, Ava curled up on the couch, a blanket wrapped tightly around her. Her face, usually full of life and warmth, was marred by the shadow of heartache. "I just feel so lost, Peyton," she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her emotions. "Like a part of me is missing, and I don’t know how to get it back."

She asked mockingly. "No am not, I also know about Sally's brutal attitude towards you" she paused for a while selecting her words tactically "I will go away, but I want you to know this, its a secret that cheers me up whenever am unhappy. There's a book i read which goes that, whenever you loose a teardrop, you loose ten years of your youth in a mono second. So if you don't want to get old before the end of the day, you should probably try tobe happy"

He deliberately made fun of me because I failed, because I felt how he felt? "Mas is not going to go before you go out, and we get some fresh air. Who knows, by seeing birds flying, the sadness will disappear. If you lock yourself in your room, you will feel sadder. Or we can eat." I don't think there is any harm in it. I need entertainment, and I need to entertain myself. I can't keep feeling down like this.

There is a quiet kind of "cheerful," the soft kind that comes as a quiet river on a sunny day. It is a way of being that allows others a positive space to open up into, a space that is ready to support their emotions and needs. There is of course a time and place for the loud kind of cheerful, yet here in the hospital it can have the effect of closing people down - after all it is challenging to express sad feelings to a person who appears so far removed from those emotions.

How is he so calm speaking about something this sensitive? “No, it's not fine Karl, this is not something pleasant someone can go through.” I shifted closer to where he was sitting and slowly touched his hand and squeezed it, he looked up at me, and for the first time ever, he looked like he was carrying so much weight. His eyes held so much emotion. “You don't have to smile while talking about something this traumatic just because you want to look strong, it's okay to be sad, it's okay to cry, it makes us human.”

Amidst the chaos, Sasha's voice slices through the darkness like a dagger. "I'm sorry, Theo," she says, her words heavy with regret. I can hear she's still crying. "This is why we can't trust people." Her words pierce me deeper than any physical blow, an arrow aimed at the very core of my being. It's a harsh truth, a revelation that cuts through my defenses, leaving me exposed and vulnerable.

Tired all the time. And I bet everyone is tired of me too. At first, old classmates, friends, and people felt sorry for me. I received hugs and shit, but now when I run into people the second time around, they get uncomfortable. They see I've lost my hair, and I just know I've ruined their day with my gloomy, grey sadness. "Damn it, Rebel... I really want to hug you right now. You're sad, and I just want to place you in my lap and kiss you all over. I don't want to hear you crying like this over the phone. I want to be there. With you."

Will my mates also turn their backs on me? Overwhelmed by sorrow, I hastily seek solace in a nearby bathroom. With a sense of relief, I shut the door behind me and collapse onto the floor, allowing my emotions to pour out in a flood of tears. The overwhelming sense of inadequacy and the fear of losing the support of my mates intensify my anguish, leaving me feeling utterly helpless.