But. In that stadium, tens of thousands of the happiest people in the world stomped their feet and sang “don’t burn out” in unison, and the air felt electric with power, with joy. By the second time those lines came up, I was yelling right along with them. So what if I was still crying– I was smiling too. In less than three minutes, the force of that experience undid months of ingrained reaction to that song. In less than three minutes, a bunch of strangers unknowingly helped me cleanse that song of the stain of depression. It felt like happiness. It felt like healing.

— DON’T BURN OUT (Or, Loving One Direction Saved My Life)

http://witchsong.com/2015/03/dont-burn-out/