The Sad Girl Day

(That Earned Its Own Playlist)

Day 17 — December 10, 2025

Today was a Sad Girl Day™. Capital S, capital G, capital D.

The kind of day where your emotions wake up hours before you do and immediately start rearranging the furniture inside your chest.

Naturally, the Sad Girl playlist was on like background radiation. Soft piano, moody vocals, the occasional lyric that hits so close you consider taking legal action. A whole cinematic soundtrack for a girl who spent half the day staring out the window like she was waiting for a plot twist that refused to arrive.

The strange part?

I can’t even tell you where the sadness came from. There was no obvious trigger. No dramatic moment. No emotional earthquake. Just sadness.

Simple. Heavy. Inexplicable.
Like an anvil dropping onto a cartoon character, me being the cartoon character, obviously.

My concentration was a disaster. I completed maybe three tasks all day, and even those felt like they were done by a ghost wearing my body as a rental.

The weather did not help. It was windy, dreary, bitter cold, like the world was trying out for the part of “Seasonal Depression: The Musical.” And as a girl who practically photosynthesizes for emotional stability, the lack of sunlight really said, “Good luck, gorgeous.”

But instead of fighting the Sad Girl Vibes™, I did something I’m not historically known for:

I let myself be sad.

Without punishing myself for it. Without spiraling. Without trying to emotionally speed-run my way back to joy.

Radical, honestly.

I cried.
I tried.
I cried more.
I tried again.
Like emotional interval training.

I let the sadness move without letting it take over. I gave myself grace inside the chaos instead of trying to organize it into something aesthetically meaningful. I breathed when I remembered to. I let myself exist even though I felt like a girl-shaped cloud all day.

And somewhere in all that softness, all that heaviness, something shifted.

Not a breakthrough. Not an epiphany. Just a tiny understanding:

Sadness doesn’t mean I’m failing.
Sometimes it just means I’m feeling.
And feeling is part of healing, even when it’s inconvenient.

So yeah, today was a Sad Girl Day. A windy, dreary, soundtrack-worthy emotional puddle of a day.

But I didn’t run from it.
I didn’t shame myself out of it.
I didn’t build meaning where there wasn’t any.

I just let myself be me.

Chaos in one hand.
Grace in the other.
And me learning to hold sadness without letting it swallow all the light.