That feeling we all have of constant tiredness, isolation, and just being worn out all the time? I think it’s just best called “sadness”.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how much I don’t like to admit sadness. Even in basic conversation if you ask me about something that was really hard, I will say it “wasn’t fun.” It’s been put in me that everything is supposed to be seen through the lens of fun and enjoyment.

We have lost the language of sadness. I think it is a way of speaking that I need to recover personally, because what I’m trying to say a lot of the time is that I just feel really deeply sad about how things are right now.

Maybe if we can admit that we are all silently weeping, we can weep together and stop just trying to white knuckle this thing to the finish line.