Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern. Just the slow erosion of the self, as insidious as any cancer. And, like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience. A room in hell with only your name on the door.
The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view
― Jack Kerouac (via purplebuddhaproject)
all new learning looks at first
The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to you.