HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.
Always reblog
One of my favorite episodes ever.
this is my favorite episode ever ohmg
This episode made me cry so much when I saw it.
As someone who has lived with depression all his life… this episode made me cry. This is what I try to tell people. This what I try to explain when someone tells me they can’t go on. Or that things can’t possibly get worse. Or they want to end it all.
It is all worth it. Every scintilla of pain, pleasure, experience, sadness, joy, emotion.. Every hurt, every kiss, every hug, every missed moment because you spilled your coffee and now you’ll remember that girl forever because you smudged her number and now you can’t call. Every story. It is all worth it.
Because if you don’t think that way…Some days it is just tough to get out of bed and deal with the world. You have to think that way, or you start thinking none of it is worth it. And it has to be. It has to be worth it. And that’s what this sadness is, some days. Most days. For me. Wondering if it is worth it. And saying, over and over again in my own personal mantra: it is worth the wounds. it is worth the wait. it is worth the uncertainty. because life is glorious. and it will be magical because i will make it so. even on days when i’m paralyzed, i have to know that it will get better and I will eventually come out the other side. The sun will come up tomorrow. The planet will rotate. I will travel through the universe thousands of kilometers simply by enduring. And when I stand up again, I will build a life that will, perhaps, to unseeing eyes, seem dim and dull. But I will see the universe in such vibrant brilliance that it will make others weep to read of it.
And I write.
So thank you, Doctor Who. Thank you, writers who showcased this brilliant, tormented man. Thank you, Vincent. You remind me that I’m not alone. And that I must go on. And you let others know that, just maybe, if they tread upon my dreams, that they might perhaps do so in kindness.
I was going to try to expound what this post means to me. How I had to live in silence for years growing up, feeling alone, wishing things were different, wondering what was wrong with me. How I have my good days and bad days. How some days I feel almost normal, and some days I feel like everyone would be better off if I didn’t exist, because there are some people out there who are doing better now that I don’t exist to them anymore.
But there’s no point, really. Because you’ve said it all.
The only thing I can offer is something that everyone who’s fighting depression needs to hear over and over again. Something that I need to be reminded of time and time again. And it’s only fitting that it also comes from a scene from Doctor Who:
You. Are. Not. Alone.
im not a whovian, but this made me emotional..
This was a beautiful, beautiful episode. I love it <333
