Your words capture a haunting dance between sweetness and sorrow, a kind of melancholic beauty. There’s a rawness in feeling sadness this deeply, like holding it up to a candle, trying to see all its edges. It’s as if sadness has become a companion, allowing you to feel the world more vividly, while the part of you that’s “the happy daughter” feels the pressure of being watched and held to a light she didn't ask for.
There’s no easy line here between good and bad, light and shadow. Sometimes, sadness reveals the edges of who we are, bringing our softness and strength into sharper focus. Perhaps sadness chooses you because you’re open enough to let it in, to explore it without letting it define you. And maybe that’s what keeps you grounded—knowing that, even with this sadness coiling around you, you’re still the sweet girl, the loved daughter, the curious soul who watches her feelings in the glow of candlelight, trying to understand what they mean without letting them become everything.
There’s no easy line here between good and bad, light and shadow. Sometimes, sadness reveals the edges of who we are, bringing our softness and strength into sharper focus. Perhaps sadness chooses you because you’re open enough to let it in, to explore it without letting it define you. And maybe that’s what keeps you grounded—knowing that, even with this sadness coiling around you, you’re still the sweet girl, the loved daughter, the curious soul who watches her feelings in the glow of candlelight, trying to understand what they mean without letting them become everything.
First off, this is such a beautiful comment. Thank you so much for sharing. I think likening sadness to a companion is so perfectly put. I think that is exactly what makes it so appealing, especially in light of being the "happy daughter" which can feel so isolating. Your comment makes me think that maybe being a "sweet girl" or "the beloved daughter" is actually the very thing that gives me space to be sad safely. I can look at sadness with an inquisitive eye and understand myself better. I formally found these things ("sweet girl"/"the beloved daughter") to be the reasons I shouldn't be sad, not the things that allow me to be.
I relate to this. My parents recently told me that they felt I was putting on a "bad girl persona" because I was sad and acting out *slightly*. I am also a sweet girl at heart so this behavior was unlike me, but it is during these times of deep sadness that I seemed to feel rebornnnn again!!! they dont get ittt
"Maybe we only let girls be brilliant if they're sad" goes so hard 🫶🥹
Thank you!
there's just something about it, isn't there
You get it
Beautiful Writing!!
Very relatable in the UK weather right now, definitely getting seasonal sadies
perfect weather to be sad in lol
So beautiful 💜💜💜
Your words capture a haunting dance between sweetness and sorrow, a kind of melancholic beauty. There’s a rawness in feeling sadness this deeply, like holding it up to a candle, trying to see all its edges. It’s as if sadness has become a companion, allowing you to feel the world more vividly, while the part of you that’s “the happy daughter” feels the pressure of being watched and held to a light she didn't ask for.
There’s no easy line here between good and bad, light and shadow. Sometimes, sadness reveals the edges of who we are, bringing our softness and strength into sharper focus. Perhaps sadness chooses you because you’re open enough to let it in, to explore it without letting it define you. And maybe that’s what keeps you grounded—knowing that, even with this sadness coiling around you, you’re still the sweet girl, the loved daughter, the curious soul who watches her feelings in the glow of candlelight, trying to understand what they mean without letting them become everything.
There’s no easy line here between good and bad, light and shadow. Sometimes, sadness reveals the edges of who we are, bringing our softness and strength into sharper focus. Perhaps sadness chooses you because you’re open enough to let it in, to explore it without letting it define you. And maybe that’s what keeps you grounded—knowing that, even with this sadness coiling around you, you’re still the sweet girl, the loved daughter, the curious soul who watches her feelings in the glow of candlelight, trying to understand what they mean without letting them become everything.
First off, this is such a beautiful comment. Thank you so much for sharing. I think likening sadness to a companion is so perfectly put. I think that is exactly what makes it so appealing, especially in light of being the "happy daughter" which can feel so isolating. Your comment makes me think that maybe being a "sweet girl" or "the beloved daughter" is actually the very thing that gives me space to be sad safely. I can look at sadness with an inquisitive eye and understand myself better. I formally found these things ("sweet girl"/"the beloved daughter") to be the reasons I shouldn't be sad, not the things that allow me to be.
Real. It's NRF season and suddenly I can't find an identity outside of my heavy emotions.
Lana will do that to you 😭😭😭
Beautifully written
Thank you!!
I relate to this. My parents recently told me that they felt I was putting on a "bad girl persona" because I was sad and acting out *slightly*. I am also a sweet girl at heart so this behavior was unlike me, but it is during these times of deep sadness that I seemed to feel rebornnnn again!!! they dont get ittt
“ A heart can only break if it was once whole and beating” is so true and so beautiful wow
It was so beautiful . It's like reading what I have been feeling but never been able to express it .