
This was one of the worst nights I’ve had in a long time, but I survived it. Not without help, though.
Please don’t ever think you have to tackle everything on your own. When you need assistance, reach for it.
Most of the people who have seen me perform know me for having a big, powerful voice but often when I sing for myself I take a different approach.
I think this started because I felt self-conscious in my last living arrangement, but it’s becoming another way for me to connect to music. Sometimes a song needs to be shouted, but sometimes it’s nice to just let it float.
When describing this to a loved one, I told her this was the way a person suffering from Depression’s brain lies to them. Anxiety makes you fear the worst, despite all evidence to and desire for the contrary. Depression sometimes makes you wish for it.
But it isn’t real. And I don’t listen.