Interior Design Is Not For The Light of Heart
Every career and major has some sort of stereotype attached to it. Computer science majors are antisocial nerds, while those in business are ruthless and outgoing. If you happen to be a design major, like me, then it is quite typical for people to think you are artistic in every single aspect of your life, including fashion and room decorating. One cannot truly feel artistic if their living space is not able to inspire in some way, correct?
This line of thinking could not be anywhere further from the truth for me. While I focused a lot on my living space as a kid, my motivation to use decor depleted dramatically once I got into college. To be quite honest, it was a side effect of my depression and poor mental health manifesting in awful ways. My desire to create, despite being a design major, had been put on the back burner and was replaced with both apathy and an extreme lack of energy. My room was an absolute mess for the first few years of college and my barren walls were completely empty. There were absolutely no photos of my friends or family to be seen. It was a very comical and saddening juxtaposition.
One day, after a designer coding class, I was looking for area rugs in Lancaster PA. After creating a few, I became enamored by the color palette and photos together and made some more with different themes. Pretty soon I was finding lots of inspiration for plant-oriented households and founds bloggers’ advice on thrifting for old-fashioned pots and glassware. This began my subtle journey into room decor. I purchased prints and decor from local artists, picked up some fragrant spring flowers and plants from the local farmers market, and began to pick up my hurricane of a bedroom, piece by piece. I felt like the walls needed to match the rustic look of the room and started hanging up sketches and paintings of my own. I even started to cook a little more, rather than succumb to laziness and purchase meals all the time. The color was being brought back into my life again, and I was welcoming it with open arms.
Now, I did not decide to tell this little story to claim that decor was able to magically cure my depression, because, of course, it’s never that simple. However, my environment directly impacted my mood and encouraged me to change in subliminal ways. I found another creative outlet that truly made me happy to get up and do something more. When I woke up every morning to water my plants, I felt so happy with the calm surroundings. Decorating is able to create an atmosphere and display all the things you love in one place. Whether it was art, greenery, or photos of my friends, I felt truly at home and alive once again.