Yellow; a colour synonymous with joy, happiness, energy and light.
Yellow; the colour that is used whenever "positive" emotions are portrayed.
Yellow; a set of emotions i struggle to conjure.
Yellow; a colour i'm trying my best to paint with in my messy catastrophic canvas called life.
I used to hate the colour yellow. Where others saw happiness and a dazzling gleam of positivity, I could only ever see another one of my many faults. I would see a colour missing from my palette, an elusive glow of sunshine that I never seemed to be able to catch or shine upon me. Yellow was a repulsive colour for me until I found hope beyond the boundaries of my monochrome world. When you're depressed, it's as if nothing makes progress irregardless of how much it changes. Years of my life were taken, contaminated with a seeping jet black ink and a black and white mentality. From therapy to hospitals to medications, mental illness made my life lack luster. I still struggle with my mental illnesses, even so, I've begun to break down locked doors and clear out what doesn't work for me. I have gone on to make changes; with my appearance, my way of thinking, my projection, my expressions, my goals, my boundaries, and my expectations.
Yellow, now a colour that seems comforting to be around.
My world is slowly going from a monochrome black and whites to a full array of pastels, sparkling rainbows, earthy tones, bold reds, soft nudes, and messy neons.
June 20th, 2019
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
