Last night, while tucking my daughter in for bed, we were doing our usual “highs and lows” where we talk about the high point and low point of our day. Her high point was eating pizza (Ellen Vora’s daughter eats pizza?! Sometimes. Rarely enough that it’s the highlight of her day). Her low point was having to leave the library. My highlight was this snuggle with my daughter, and my low point was that I was feeling sad. This gave me an opportunity to explore sadness with my daughter. I used to be a chronically sad person. And then some combination of community, yoga, and eating gluten-free broke me out of those shackles about 13 years ago. I haven’t identified as a sad or depressed person since then. But yesterday that old, familiar, pitted-out sad feeling descended over me as the
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