I wish I could stop the unexpected waves of sadness that roll over me. They’re often not generated by anything I can pinpoint. It’s not like something happens to make me feel this way, which is partly why it can be so frustrating.
I tried to ward an impending wave off tonight by making something with my hands; creating things can be so therapeutic, especially if the end result is pleasing! But almost as soon as it was done, I felt adrift and weird.
Perhaps the way of dealing with it is not trying to stop the wave from coming, but just accepting that it’s going to come and try and ride it, instead of being dumped by it.
Maybe a long hot bath will make me feel better.