Lately I have been feeling lighter, fresher, and free- and my home reflects how I feel on the inside.
I noticed how my personal aesthetic has evolved over the past couple of years- from blacks to pale pink and gold, I’ve slowly brightened up my life and opened my heart a little more.
My new bedroom decor is a representation of how I feel on the inside, with simple luxuries and a feminine feel. My minimalist approach to my decor is practical and chic, choosing quality over quantity and a purpose for each piece.
As many may know from my writing, it has been a turbulent few years. The process of changing yourself on the inside, overcoming pain, and getting (but most importantly, staying) sober is emotionally draining, but coming home to a haven is imperative to my serenity.
I wrote about my leisurely morning on my other blog, Sobah in the City, where I share stories of self improvement and living sober and chic.
Life is a journey, and it’s even more meaningful when you learn to live beautifully.
Orchid: Trader Joe’s / Mug and Robe: TJ Maxx / Bracelet: Olivia Burton / Nail Polish: Essie “Let it Glow” Bedding: Primark
I have heard a lot of thoughts regarding the deaths of Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain this past week. The most common is, “they had everything” or “their lives looked so wonderful.”
I have a lot of feelings about this.
Those with depression aren’t necessarily the ones venting on Facebook or complaining at work. They’re not the ones who have bad luck, draw the wrong cards, or seem down and out. Those with depression are often the people who smile, entertain, write, inspire, and laugh- all to cope. They put on a face of strength. They try to block out the bad. But, sometimes, it’s all too much.
Happiness doesn’t come through wealth, vacations, relationships, or fame. Happiness is within your soul.
Without being fulfilled on the inside, the outside does not matter. I started my blog after getting help in 2016, and I am happy to say I did not let my pride, reputation, or others sway me into avoiding it or sharing my story. Instead, I learned that vulnerability only benefits others. I don’t care if people judge me for sharing- if I can help one person, it’s worth it.
The world will not be the same without these two individuals who were both such inspirations and role models to me. I can only hope they are finally at peace.