I’d much rather feel angry than sad.
But now it seems like I’ve expended all this anger on my book, and I’ve used up all the spiky energy it gave me. Doing the work required to get it published in the next few days feels like wading through treacle in a fog.
What’s left in the aftermath of all that rage is a profound sadness that I’m struggling to shake.
The sadness feels more personal than the anger. It is more personal. Anger rages outwards, sadness looks inward.
I have some valid reasons to be sad, but the weariness … Continue Reading