kate spade

I have a mental illness. I am mentally ill. I can barely bring myself to say the words. I have not uttered the phrase “I am mentally ill” out loud.

Depression lingers like an unwelcome ghost trailing behind me. And most days, I accept that. I acknowledge that. And, I’m okay. What if one day I’m not?

We have a pandemic preoccupation with productivity we are obsessed with productivity. We reward “hard work” with money and praise and admiration and envy.

While money does not prevent depression, it does facilitate the potential for happiness, or at the very least more management of unhappiness.

Celebs need not be fashionistas to land high-profile beauty campaigns anymore. Instead, quirk and personality are in.