Why I Lived So Much Sadness:

There were days when I woke up with an unexplained heaviness, like grief had made a home in my chest. I’ve often asked myself, “Why did I live through so much sadness?” It wasn’t just the tough circumstances or the heartbreaks; it was something deeper—something that lingered even in moments of peace.

Sadness, for many of us, becomes an uninvited companion. It sneaks into silence, amplifies loneliness, and turns ordinary days into emotional battles. For me, it was a slow erosion of spirit, shaped by past wounds, unspoken fears, and a desperate longing for connection and understanding.

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” — Rumi

This quote stayed with me. It reminded me that sadness, while painful, is often the beginning of healing. Each tear, each quiet night, was a message from within—a plea to finally feel, confront, and grow.

Sadness became my mirror. It showed me the parts of myself I had hidden—my insecurities, my fears of abandonment, the pain of unmet expectations. Sometimes it came from outside: betrayal, loss, or loneliness. But much of it came from the way I internalized those events. I blamed myself. I stayed silent. I kept showing up for others while forgetting to show up for myself.

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.” — Oscar Wilde

In my darkest moments, I started listening—to music, to nature, to my breath. It was there that I began finding myself again. Slowly. Gently.

“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.” — Rumi

My sadness taught me depth. It gave me empathy for others’ pain. It taught me that being sensitive is not a weakness but a strength, a form of emotional intelligence that connects souls in a fragmented world.

“Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.” — Leonardo da Vinci

And my heart had much to release. I cried not because I was weak, but because I was finally allowing myself to feel—to be human in a world that often rewards numbness.

Living through sadness shaped who I am. I no longer see it as a punishment, but as a necessary part of awakening. It was never about being broken—it was about breaking open.

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

If you've lived through much sadness too, know that you are not alone. And perhaps, like me, you’ll one day look back and realize that the sadness didn’t destroy you—it carved a space for something real: compassion, creativity, and peace.

Your sadness is valid. But it is not the end. It’s the beginning of your becoming.

Take Care,

Team H&H