This is my experience of getting into Amy.
It was 2018-2019, and Amy (2015) was on Netflix. I had just been watching true crime documentaries as well as other memoirs. I knew Amy was an icon, but had never heard anything besides I Heard Love Is Blind (not sure how that happened). As someone born in 2002, I had only seen Amy on the covers of tabloids at the supermarket checkout. Really terrible things about her, I always cringed and looked away. Never had an actual opinion on the lady, little did I know I would become so infatuated!
Anyway, I watched the documentary and related immensely to the bulimia side of things. I began listening to her music, from top to bottom, beginning with Frank of course. I LOVED the album, I would smoke weed and escape to my room with it. Playing the Sims 4 and having it on in the background. Mr Magic, especially, was fitting. I don't smoke weed anymore, I prefer beer and liquor unfortunately, although I would love to switch back.
Then, I moved on to Back to Black. What a monster of an album, totally iconic. Rehab hit hard, and Tears Dry on Their Own was my favorite. Years went by, and Amy was one of my favorite artists, another member of the 27 Club to retain in my loving memory.
However, eventually, relationships came and gone. I played Mr Magic to my situationship at the time, and he rolled his eyes and ignored it. I felt really overlooked and misunderstood. I eventually let him go due to his attitude. Then a more serious relationship came, my first boyfriend, who I am still reeling from. It lasted 2 and a half years, and Amy covered it herself because she's such a genius. Amy came back into my life, stronger than ever. I turned to alcohol, and quickly fell apart. I discovered a total betrayal from my ex boyfriend, my first love. Not gonna get into it here, it's unnecessary.
Now, things remain mostly the same. I turn to alcohol everyday, some moments of sobriety. I mostly feel bored and dreadful without it. Weed makes me anxious and have panic attack moments, so it's not a reliable escape, much to my dismay. I relate a lot to Amy, she is my idol, my one moment of release of pain.
Thank you if you read this, this is my story. Amy is a guardian, an icon