Understood.

"You can do this."

I looked into his eyes after I told him I felt hopeless.
You know what people say about eyes doing the talking?

I saw how he was hurting for me. I saw that he understood what I was feeling, because he had felt the exact same way before. I saw the sad, but sweet sympathy.

I've never met anyone before that can simply look into my eyes and know. Understand. And respond with empathy. I felt understood, and that maybe there's hope for me.

Those 4 hour Starbucks visits: the ones that you empty yourselves. Your thoughts, your being, your worries, your everything. Those are the best.

Here's to a new beginning. I can do this. I can get better.