For me, it’s specifically a woman named Angie who complimented my hair in a Walmart that I was picking my depression meds up at and I had literally talked about shaving it all off because I hated it that morning. She was so sweet when I told her that it meant the world to me and she will probably never know how much it actually meant. I knew in that moment I can’t just give up on it, and it cleared up the even darker thoughts in my mind.
















