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A Lesson In Color Magic, And How A Woman’s Words Lifted Me Out Of Depression & Changed My Wardrobe
“She was truly a sweet spirit, and her simple gesture to approach me at such a dark time really transformed the way I saw my life.”
The sophisticated all-black wardrobe, made popular by New Yorkers, isn’t just the uniform of choice for residents of the Big Apple and preteens trying to emulate the latest fashion magazines. It is also the go-to staple of many depressed individuals everywhere.
During my teen years I suffered from severe depression, and each day I was forced to wrestle with my will to live, along with balancing schoolwork and a screaming mother who demanded I atone for my bad grades. I was too scared to tell her that her daughter wanted to bake a pie filled with rat pellets and end it all. So I just muttered, “I don’t know” and took the tongue lashing.
If you must know, I did bake that rat poison pie eventually. It was nasty as hell, and I didn’t die. What a failure I was at trying to cross over to the other side, eh?
I attended a small private school during my high school years, and because I was outfitted in khakis and a white or navy blue polo shirt during the week I expressed the way I really felt about my heart that won’t stop fucking beating during the weekends when I was forced to…
