Sad

Nobody would want such an unpopular feeling, but sadness sometimes takes a big part of life. Perhaps it's because we wouldn't feel the extreme highs of happiness were we not to experience the depths of sadness. But it's a feeling I would trade for anything and everything. I just don't like sadness and the rest of its family, tears, sobs. You'd think the tears will never stop. But they do. And you're still sad. Which takes me to... therapy? If there is one rule in therapy it's that of working your way through your feelings, no matter how hard it is. But me in therapy? On the damn couch? Not even a grand old couch draped in silk and swathed by organza sounds attractive right now. Not even a girlie therapist who would throw a cashmere cushion as if it were a teenage pillow fight happening. Nothing seems right, not even Hagen-Dazs ice-cream in Belgian chocolate which never fails to cheer me up. No more couches, no more organza and no more ice-cream...Roll on Tuesday....