Just remember that this will not last, not forever and not even for a very long time.
There will be the last breath. The last kiss. The last meal.
The last time for anything and for everything.
Don’t worry and think so god-damn much. Live now and give a lot of kisses. Play that guitar or saxophone, paint a painting and write a shitty poem.
Go out and do things.
Learn to love pain and shame. Your aversion to them holds you back.
Almost nothing is beyond repair.