My sadness looks like a blue Kool-Aid mascot. When he comes, I open the door and ask him to go away. — There’s something knocking at my door. It’s not exactly a person, but more like a slim, blue version of the Kool-Aid mascot with thick-rimmed glasses and a top hat. When my sadness comes to visit me, this is what it looks like. Like many before me, heartbreak at the hands…