Let's Talk About Van Gogh
You know Van Gogh, right? You know, the artist with depression who lost an ear and painted sunflowers? He was on an episode of Doctor Who, maybe you remember? He commiserated with Amy because they both had red hair. He talked about how beautiful their children would be, with vibrant ginger heads.
Anyway, I don't want to talk about Van Gogh- well... I do. But not about Van Gogh. Remember the story about how Van Gogh would drink yellow paint? It's okay if you don't, I'm going to tell you anyway. Reportedly, Van Gogh became depressed after he moved to London. He turned to religion, and became a Protestant missionary in Belgium for a while. After this, he turned to painting, moving back in with his parentstotal Millenial tool move, and being financially supported by his younger brother. Van Gogh's early works don't exhibit the bold, bright colours that we associate with his works today. His work developed once he moved to Paris. He started using vibrant colours and did more still lifes and local landscapes.
However, he still suffered from psychotic episodes and delusions, and he neglected to physically take care of himself. This led to him cutting off his own ear with a razor. He spent time in psychiatric hospitals, but eventually discharged himself, but that's not the discussion right now.
Yellow paint. Van Gogh, reportedly, drank yellow paint because he associated the colour with happiness, and he thought that if he could put the happiness inside himself that he might become happy, but here's the thing. It was paint. So many people romanticise this, "Everyone has their yellow paint." sometimes with a cute little sunflower after it. I'm not disagreeing, but I think they present that wrongly. Everyone's got that thing that they do to feel happy that's killing them inside. Something that in theory makes you happy, but in reality is actually toxic.
Maybe it's going on dates with that boy. Being in a relationship is one of the best things you've ever been a part of, but... he makes you a little uncomfortable. Maybe it's being sarcastic. You never have to be nice to people, because you're known as the mean one, but... it's kinda making you die on the inside. Maybe it's binge watching The Office. It's super hilarious and fun, but... some of the humour makes you sad and it really numbs your brain. Maybe it's daydreaming. Sure, escaping reality is fun, but... real life never measures up. Maybe it's fixing everything that's wrong with everyone else. It makes everything around you better, but... what about your mental health? Maybe it's holding on to old friends. You've known these people forever, and you don't want to let them go, but... they're a little toxic, right?
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that we all have toxic coping mechanisms that we think make us happy. Truth be told, they're just tearing us up inside. They're yellow paint. Identify your yellow paint. Recognize it. Find a way to filter it out, get rid of it. Find other ways to take care of yourself, your mental health, your wellbeing. Google ways to feel happy. Read a book. Just...
Take care of yourself. Love you. And love some other people too, along the way.
Anyway, I don't want to talk about Van Gogh- well... I do. But not about Van Gogh. Remember the story about how Van Gogh would drink yellow paint? It's okay if you don't, I'm going to tell you anyway. Reportedly, Van Gogh became depressed after he moved to London. He turned to religion, and became a Protestant missionary in Belgium for a while. After this, he turned to painting, moving back in with his parents
However, he still suffered from psychotic episodes and delusions, and he neglected to physically take care of himself. This led to him cutting off his own ear with a razor. He spent time in psychiatric hospitals, but eventually discharged himself, but that's not the discussion right now.
Yellow paint. Van Gogh, reportedly, drank yellow paint because he associated the colour with happiness, and he thought that if he could put the happiness inside himself that he might become happy, but here's the thing. It was paint. So many people romanticise this, "Everyone has their yellow paint." sometimes with a cute little sunflower after it. I'm not disagreeing, but I think they present that wrongly. Everyone's got that thing that they do to feel happy that's killing them inside. Something that in theory makes you happy, but in reality is actually toxic.
Maybe it's going on dates with that boy. Being in a relationship is one of the best things you've ever been a part of, but... he makes you a little uncomfortable. Maybe it's being sarcastic. You never have to be nice to people, because you're known as the mean one, but... it's kinda making you die on the inside. Maybe it's binge watching The Office. It's super hilarious and fun, but... some of the humour makes you sad and it really numbs your brain. Maybe it's daydreaming. Sure, escaping reality is fun, but... real life never measures up. Maybe it's fixing everything that's wrong with everyone else. It makes everything around you better, but... what about your mental health? Maybe it's holding on to old friends. You've known these people forever, and you don't want to let them go, but... they're a little toxic, right?
Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that we all have toxic coping mechanisms that we think make us happy. Truth be told, they're just tearing us up inside. They're yellow paint. Identify your yellow paint. Recognize it. Find a way to filter it out, get rid of it. Find other ways to take care of yourself, your mental health, your wellbeing. Google ways to feel happy. Read a book. Just...
Take care of yourself. Love you. And love some other people too, along the way.
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