There is a love serious and passionate enough, not to be chilled by many “no, never nevers”… For love is something positive, so strong, so real that it is as impossible for one who loves to take back that feeling, as it is to take his own life… Life has become very dear to me, and I am very glad that I love. My life and my love are one.
Vincent Van Gogh (b. 30 March 1853) to his brother Theo, Ever Yours: The Essential Letters
Love your body. It’s the only one you’ve got. It gets you from point A to point B. It tries it’s best to keep you alive, and hasn’t failed you yet. Drink water. Go for a walk. Sleep when you’re sleepy. Take care of yourself. You deserve to feel well, but if you’re depressed, it’s gonna take more work than it takes for others who aren’t depressed. Accept this. This is your life. You are strong enough to live it. I believe in you.
“Where’s your favorite place?” he asked. I knew I was in my own head again. This was his way to get to know what I was thinking.
“I had never imagined that my favorite place could be a person,” I said. “But it is. My favorite place is you.” I wanted so much to tell him more, to finally let him in like he wanted, like I wanted, but that was all I could find the words for.