Colors speak long before we do, pulling us toward certain shades that mirror the emotions we’re carrying—red for the restlessness we won’t admit, blue for the calm we’re desperate to find, purple for the transformation we feel but can’t yet explain,
And whether we reach for brightness, darkness, or something in between, those choices reveal the quiet needs we don’t know how to put into words. Every hue we crave—or refuse—acts like a small confession, showing what we’re healing from, what we’re longing for, and what burden we’re still learning to let go.