This sentence by Van Gogh hits hard:
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
“Men suffer in silence."
No, they don’t. They treat everyone around them like dogshit.
They externalize their feelings onto the women closest to them, usually.
‘Oh my God, how much stuff have I not allowed myself to enjoy because I was in my own head — feeling like I was unworthy?'
This just hit me like a ton of bricks. Fuck.