I know a lot of creative people and perhaps by correlation I know a lot of people who struggle with depression. They have told me (and they’ve told the world) how depression sits there, implacable, and drains the color out of the world until no success or joy matters. I believe them, and it becomes increasingly evident that no matter who you are or what you’ve achieved, that depression is a good liar and can make you believe none of it matters.
I know and love too many people with depression to believe that it’s something that’s shameful to talk about or to acknowledge. I want them alive and I want them here with us. If you have depression I want you alive and here with us. Don’t let the moment take you. Don’t be afraid to get help. The people who love you want you here. Believe it.

John Scalzi

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Affection is so often reserved for romantic relationships. Holding hands, kissing freely, an abundance of hugs— physical touch. It’s usually the culprit when one has trouble distinguishing between friendship and romance. He sat so close to me that our legs were touching; does he have feelings for me? He held my hand while we were talking. Is he hinting that he wants to take our relationship to the next level? Little gestures that make you question something that was once a certainty.

It’s a shame. I want love and affection, and I want to accept it gratefully, whenever it is given, without having to question the reasons (if there are any reasons at all) why they are being bestowed upon me. I don’t want to be thrown into an emotional turmoil over such a minor detail.