Three reasons why I write about sadness
Today is a beautiful day to let ink come from blues
When I write about sadness, some people ask if I am trying to dwell on pain, but I have never seen sadness as a place to get stuck.
I see it as a landscape we must walk through to understand ourselves.
I write about sadness because it is honest.
Because it sits beneath everything we try to hide with smiles and small talk. Because it is one of the few emotions that refuses to lie.
The first reason I write about sadness is that it reminds me of my humanity. Sadness strips away the performance. It silences the ego. When you are sad, you are no longer pretending to have all the answers. You are simply feeling, and in that feeling, there is truth.
Leonard Cohen once wrote, “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.”
Sadness is that crack. It is not the opposite of light but its opening.
Writing about it helps me remember that the most broken moments are often the most revealing ones.
The second reason I write about sadness is connection.
Everyone knows it. Everyone has been there. Yet we often treat sadness as something to be ashamed of, something to hide. Writing gives it a voice.
It lets someone reading in silence know that they are not alone. That their tears are not proof of weakness but of depth.
There is power in saying, “I have felt this too.” That simple admission can bridge miles between two strangers. It reminds us that pain is part of the shared experience of being alive.
Kahlil Gibran once said, “The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.”
That is true. Sadness teaches us to hold joy with more reverence.
To understand it not as a constant pleasure but as a fleeting grace.
The third reason I write about sadness is healing.
Writing is how I make sense of what hurts. It is how I gather the scattered pieces and begin to name them. Once called, they no longer have the same power over me. They become stories instead of scars.
Virginia Woolf said, “You cannot find peace by avoiding life.” To me, sadness is life in its rawest form. Avoiding it means avoiding understanding. Writing about it is my way of stepping closer to peace, even if it begins in pain.
Sadness is not something to glorify, but something to understand. It reminds us of what we have loved and lost. It shows us what we value most. It teaches empathy and humility.
I write about sadness because it keeps me honest. Because it keeps me soft. Because it keeps me human. Those are the core of everything that I write.
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