by Evette Davis
I woke up this morning with grief in my stomach and sadness is my eyes. As I leaned into the emotions, I found them stirring in the pit of my stomach. I went to bed feeling fine, a little tired, but just fine. Something happened overnight while I slept. My brain and my body processed something without my permission, and came to a conclusion filled with sadness. As I turned to the emotion once again, it identified itself. My daughter turns 18 today, and I am sad about it.