“Sad” is such a simple word in this case. I write about ache, melancholy, depression, suicidal ideation, the existential dread that is inherent in living, but in the end, does it all boil down to this?: She was sad.

To be honest, I’m not sad right now. I’m a-okay. Maybe the new dosage of meds is working or maybe, since I’m on the final days of my period, my mood has leveled to less of an extreme. I’m not happy. I’m not sad.

I am, I am, I am, I am.

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