A Name for Smoggy Days

Yesterday was a smoggy day.

Sure, in Los Angeles, it’s smoggy most days. But that’s not the smog I’m talking about.

Some days I wake up feeling low. Sad. Or what I like to describe as “heavy.” It’s when every worry, insecurity, and regret seem to be sitting on top of me, making it hard to think straight, feel comfortable, or find motivation. There is a haze that blocks the blue sky. And it’s hard to breathe the fresh air that was there yesterday.

I’ve long looked for something to call these days. Because often when they pop up, I don’t know how to explain them to others. I sit quietly, talk politely, walk slowly, and fidget nervously, all while fighting through the chaos and lies that are spiraling in my mind. On particularly bad ones, I feel fragile. As if I might burst into tears at any given moment. And I don’t know how to explain that it’s not you, it’s me. I’m playing offense and defense in a battle that is taking place inside my head, and I’m not sure if I want help, privacy, attention or solace.

When I was in high school, I remember having a handful of smoggy days that I didn’t really understand. My mind was in overdrive and I wanted validation. I wanted to be told I was wonderful and beautiful and absolutely crazy to be thinking these negative thoughts. But when I reached out to a friend, spitting self-deprecating venom, fishing begging for compliments and expecting them, I got nothing. I got crickets. I got, “I don’t know what to say when you’re like this.”

I don’t mention this to blame them, because they were just as young and lost as I was. But I remember the guilt that was born in that moment.

The guilt that comes in with the smog. The shame that sits on top of everything else. Telling me that I should be embarrassed for feeling so low. For bringing people down. For not being my best. It tells me to get over it. And it promises that if I don’t I will push everyone away.

And so the smog suffocates. And for a little while, it wins.

For a little while I am low. I am sad. I am quiet. I am scared. I am not myself.

But then the wind comes.

A friend. A movie. A book. A butterfly. A sunset. A tall tree. A child’s laugh. A kind word. A joke that lands in just the right place. A hug. A moment alone. An unexpected deep breath. A combination of a lot of little things. And eventually, a breeze picks up. And then a gust. And soon the smog is blown away and I can see the sky again. I can breathe the fresh air.  

It doesn’t last forever. Eventually the smog settles back in and piles back up. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that the more I talk about it, the more opportunities I give to that wind, the more public I make these battles that thrive in private, the better I set myself up to win.

And I’m hoping the same can go for you.

We all have smoggy days. Maybe even smoggy seasons. And sometimes we just need a name for it all.

We might not know what we need from others. We might not want extra attention or to give a longwinded explanation of everything we’re thinking about. Sometimes we just need a name. Something that can explain where we are when we aren’t ourselves.

So if you’re looking for a name, have mine. And remember, it’s okay to have smoggy days. It’s okay to not be your best. It’s okay if you get knocked down. As long as you get back up and keep fighting.

Open a window and let that breeze in. Take a good look at the blue sky. Take a deep breath of that fresh air. You are okay.


14 responses to “A Name for Smoggy Days”

  1. Beautiful Kim. You are amazing! ❤ ❤ ❤

  2. I think “smoggy day/s” is the perfect name for those times. Yes, we do get them from time to time usually out of the blue, didn’t see it coming. Our worth is set in our creator, and he paid a hefty price to keep us. You my girl are miraculous in so many way! ❤️

    1. Yes! Always a good reminder that our worth isn’t based on earthly things, nor does it increase or decrease with good and bad days. ❤️❤️

  3. I think “smoggy day/s” is the perfect name for those times. Yes, we do get them from time to time usually out of the blue, didn’t see it coming. Our worth is set in our creator, and he paid a hefty price to keep us. You my girl are miraculous in so many way! ❤️

  4. I love this! Smoggy days are here to stay.. but here’s to as many sunshiny days as possible!❤️ XO

    1. Cheers to that! ❤️❤️

  5. I love this, well done. Smoggy days come in many forms and everyone deals with them differently. I sure love and try to enjoy those days when the sky looks a little bluer and the air smells a little fresher.

    1. That’s all we can do! ❤️

  6. Thank you Kim, for writing such insightful and compassionate words. I will think of you with love every time I have a smoggy day.
    And, I agree with the other comments, YOU ARE AMAZING! ❤️

    1. Thank you! All of you guys are too! 🙂 ❤

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