Music is my Therapy

HAPPY MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. DAY!! This quote reminds me of the sweet song  In Our Small Way   by Michael Jackson :) "I may be poor, but I am somebody. I may be young, but I am somebody. I may be small, but I am somebody. I may make a mistake, but I am somebody. I am black, brown, white I speak a different language, but I must be respected, protected, never rejected. I am somebody." I've been reading a small biography on the life of Martin Luther King Jr. and have been absolutely inspired by this incredible man! He endured terrible persecution and injustice as he fought for the most basic rights of human decency. This time period in American history has always been fascinating to me. I remember watching the movie  Ruby Bridges   as a very young girl and feeling horrified by the way people treated a child. I couldn't comprehend the fact that grown men and women were screaming at, threatening and actually trying to hurt this little gi

Song: Lifeline Artist: Papa Roach I wrote some sort of twisted poem just now. It's a poem written by all the years of depression and anxiety I have lived through up to this point in my life. I'm sorry I can't start this year off on a light, positive, happy note. Because I feel dead and hollow and drained inside. Here is what I wrote: I feel like I killed myself. I feel like I have been killing myself for the past 14 years. 14 years ago I was 13. I wasn't brave enough. Strong enough. I stopped trying. I gave up. I left. And the slow, quiet death began. I isolated myself from the world. From everyone. I became a shadow; silent, barely visible, only showing up every once in a while. Then gone. Every year I failed myself a little bit more. I failed everyone and anyone who believed in me. Every year I fed the monster. The monster I was born with. The monster who lives inside of me. I feel like I've finally reached my ultimate breaking point. The mo