Soup of Sadness

Every day she had her soup of sadness in a blue bowl. She couldn't help it. She had to have it every day. Even on the days she fought against it, there it was, on the table in front of her with a big silver spoon lying next to it. Some days she embraced it and the bowl of soup was so massive she sometimes dove into it and swum around in it. She became quite accustomed to it as the days went by. If it wasn't salty enough she'd simply just cry into the soup for a bit since crying came easy to her these days. Sometimes her friends tried to pull her out of her soup of sadness or away from it, but a new bowl of soup would immediately reappear and she'd had to have at least some of it before it let her go. When she had the soup it was like it became led in her body. It placed itself on her heart and made it heavy and it also placed itself in her stomach making her feel anxious. Nevertheless, she had it every day. She was so used to dragging herself through the day and sit down and wait for bowl to appear on her dining room table or outside if it was big enough to swim in. But one day it all changed...