...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...
I keep telling you that feeling is not selective. You can't feel pain, you aren't gonna feel anything else either.
To have a reason to get up in the morning it is necessary to possess a guiding principle. A belief of some kind. A bumper sticker if you will.
Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.
People who keep stiff upper lips find that it's damn hard to smile.