@sibylpain @imteddybless Same thing here. You start thinking there’s something wrong about being happy after a while 😔 Being yourself after that is so freeing !
when i was a child, every winter solstice, my father would walk into the woods at night with nothing but a candle. i tried to follow him once, but my mother stopped me. "don't, little one," she said, "this is the night that he... turns."
"turns?" i asked.
"into a pickle."