What does sadness feel like?

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It's what I feel when I am aware that I have lost something. It's feeling that love of something or someone, tinged with the bitterness of having lost it. I really feel like sadness and love are the same emotion, they just have different flavours because of context. When someone or something you love is there, you feel the high and the sweetness and the peace that comes with having something meaningful. When they are no longer there, the love remains but you feel their absence and it washes over you. You realize how much they meant to you, and you feel lucky to have had something like that in your life. Because you know you wouldn't feel the bittersweet nature of your sadness if you didn't truly love what had been lost. For me, sadness means that my heart is still ticking, it means that I still have a human spirit and a loving heart, and that I am brave enough to take the sadness on because I know that it's always worth it, when you love someone.

You cry, but it doesn't feel like tears of anger, bitterness, frustration, or anguish. The tears feel really cleansing, they feel like they're part of something bigger and more meaningful within yourself. I will cry and feel sadness when my grandma dies because I will remember how much I love her, how much joy she brings us, what a warm and effervescent woman she is. I just won't be able to show her that love because she will no longer be with us, and I'll have to pay for all that joy and love with the feeling of those things being absent, or at least, her own special brand of joy and love being absent.

It's like an infinite chasm opening up under me. I get a stomach feeling like I'm on the verge of free-fall. Your stomach is being sucked up into your throat. It also feels like staring into deep water, so deep you can't see the bottom.

I didn't realize that I was lonely until I got back in touch with my big sister, and still felt distant from her. In my absence I concocted a heaven and a hell, where my sister was heaven, but a heaven that is and always will be completely out of my reach, because, well... heaven is fiction, that's why. I miss a bond that we never truly had. I haven't skewed my memories of her, but the emotions attached to them. That's what happens when the world before you turns pitch black, and you wander around in the blind. You'll reach for the first sign of light. In my case, that light just happened to spur out from my memories of her.

I view sadness as different from sorrow, depression, and guilt. To me, sadness feels like an urge, but is probably better explained as feeling hopeless; as if, I've dug myself out of one hole, only to find myself buried in another. That's sadness.

For me it feels like my heart shrinks, and thus I adopt that posture. My body bends. I feel a knot in my throat, and I have a hard time swallowing even saliva. I feel sadness when feeling disappointed, when I feel injustice is done to someone, when I feel hurt.

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Sadness is wanting the pain to go away, it's like you're fighting for your life with each and every breath, but most importantly: sadness is also temporary. life goes on and things they change. one day you'll have no reason to be sad anymore, no matter what you're going through, you'll be ok.

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to put it into words, feels like i'm outside cold and hungry and looking through a window into a warm house where everyone i ever cared about is eating and laughing, and i can't join them because i'm too worthless and defective, and have no choice but to starve and freeze outside by myself

Physically, or emotionally?

Physically, I feel heavy in the chest, sluggish, lethargic.

Emotionally, it's an unpleasant feeling filled with negative thoughts, tearfulness and perhaps hopelessness (while the sadness lasts, at least).

My sadness feels like when I wake up the morning I almost literally cannot physically remove myself from bed. Obviously, I am fully capable but some days it's as if there are straps on top of my body with weights on the ends. Throughout the day it feels like I'm alone, in my thoughts and emotions, even when I'm surrounded by people, who I'm sure care. But I feel as if they don't have time nor want to. I feel like a burden if I do or think about bringing up this topic to others and If I don't I feel like I'm lying. It's a lose-lose. I feel unwanted, and at the end of the day when I return to my bed I feel guilty. For not working as hard as I could have, for disappointment people.. For disappointment myself. For feeling this way no matter how fortunate I am. That's why I love sleep. Because, when I wake up to this cycle again, I more often than not, forget what went through my mind in that time frame. I don't remember a damn thing from when I was asleep. And this forgetfulness, this emptiness, this... silence, is so wonderful. Of course then I feel guilty for sleeping my time away, but you can't really blame me. It's a current form of happiness for me.