I am a firm believer that your surroundings are a reflection of who you are. It is commonly said the individual is a culmination of the people that they spend the most time with, but what about physical belongings? Could material possessions possibly play a role in someone’s overall quality of life? I believe that to be true. You are both everyone and everything that surrounds you. More so, the way in which the individual decorates their living space has a very specific impact on who they are as a person.
Growing up, I never put any effort into the decor of my room. In fact, my room was often so messy that walking from the bed to the closet without tripping became a task. I now realize that the condition of my room had a direct correlation with my mental health. I spent a lot of time in my room during my high school years as a means of separation from the negative people I regularly had to interact with. The irony of the whole situation was that as a result of being in such a messy room, I was constantly bombarded by negative influences. According to a study conducted by Darby E. Saxbe and Rena Repetti of the University of California-Los Angeles, women studied who were satisfied with the condition of their home in regards to levels of clutter and overall appearance did not feel as depressed throughout the day as women who lived in a cluttered and visually appealing household (Saxbe & Repetti “No Place Like Home: Home Tours Correlate With Daily Patterns of Mood and Cortisol” 2009). I was not aware of this in my younger years.
Today, I make careful strides towards improving my quality of life. That does indeed include cutting off toxic friendships and surrounding myself with high-quality people, but it also includes decorating my own space in a way that will have a positive impact on my well being. Every day when I wake up, I make the active decision to do better. I am still a recovering mess maker, but I am gradually changing as I endeavor on the process of getting rid of objects that no longer serve me and replacing them with cute pastel-colored flower pots by the windowsill, or the sleek black picture frame by my bedside that just so happens to broadcast images of the people I love the most. I am what surrounds me, and that isn’t such a bad thing.