Warning: Possible spoilers ahead. 

    I just recently watched the movie, Inside Out. I wasn’t expecting the impact the movie would have on me. I didn’t expect it to make me so self-aware.

    Just as the main conflict of the movie began – the point where Joy and Sadness were thrust into their quest to get back to headquarters – I realized that most of my core memories were sad. I was shaken by that realization. I found myself bawling my eyes out.

    I began to really search my heart and mind for a time when I was genuinely, deeply happy, and I couldn’t think of a single memory. Every memory I had was tainted by pain, shame… depression.

    I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised, because I am innately a melancholic person, but to look back at a life and see so much depression and hopelessness was shocking.

    Meanwhile, here I was telling everyone that I was happy, that I was thankful for the life I was living and wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. Now, however, as I write this, I do realize that what I’ve been saying is true. I am happy. I am thankful. I wouldn’t trade my life for anyone else’s.

    So why the sadness?

    It’s almost like a trick of the mind – sadness. A lie. A whisper. A tainting of the spirit. Meant to remind me of the things that make me a broken human being. That night, I came to the Lord and showed Him this side of my humanity – a side He was already well-acquainted with. I fought hard against self-pity, because I had no right to pity myself. Not when I am so thoroughly blessed. Still, I cried at the foot of the throne, knowing that just like in the movie – sadness had a purpose.


    Sadness was something I needed to acknowledge in order for me to find healing.

    Inside Out wrecked me when it exposed something about myself that I didn’t realize – the way I record my moments of pain and sorrow, but forget the moments of happiness and joy.

    I am thankful for the sadness in my life, it created in me a sense of empathy – for people, for characters. It’s what makes me an effective fiction writer. It’s what made me who I am now.

    But I need to remind myself that I ought to remember happiness. I can be filled with joy.

    Because that’s my God’s promise. That He will turn my mourning into dancing and that those who sow in tears will reap in joy.


    Inside Out has become my favorite animated film, because of this. Because it reminded me how Sadness and Joy can work together. It showed me that while most people in the world were telling themselves that it was okay to be sad, I was telling myself that it was okay to be happy.

    Knowing this, I expect springs of life and rivers of joy to begin to gush out of the wilderness of my melancholy.

    Thank God for the creativity and talent of people behind films like Inside Out. 

    *Disclaimer: Photos shown on this post are from the film, Inside Out, or are promotional images of said film. I don’t own any of these images. Pixar (or whoever owns them), please don’t sue me.

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    Joanna Alonzo is a walking paradox. She is a beautiful, albeit messy, mixture of thought and emotion, expressed in the form of hopefully readable – and relatable – stories. She is a kingdom kid, who looks forward to being a writer and storyteller even when she reaches heaven. She is passionate about the unreached, about those who have yet to know the Love she found in the arms of the Almighty. She is intrigued by the world and its people, who day by day, continue to convince her that God is the greatest Storyteller of all.
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I haven’t seen it yet… And now I really want to! Its true that we tend to dwell on the harsher aspects of our lives. In fact there was a study done that showed that people remember the bad and sad more than the good and happy. It’s got something to do with how those moments form us while the happy moments sustain us… I dunno… But I am thankful for all the pain and grief I have had in my life, as they have helped shape me into the person I am today, and I’m pretty ok with that! I also am grateful for all the joys I’ve had in my life as they are what made me want to continue living (as someone who is Bipolar, OCD, ADD and neurotic, that has a literal meaning)! Whenever I’m having a truly “bad” day, I like to come home and cuddle my baby, Izzi. That little dog is the light of my life! She makes all the black fade to grey and the white’s seem clearer! Find your Izzi, ‘Vane! You will never look back!


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