It's for me

I'm a strong believer that writing and music heals your soul, changes the mood & makes you think or go back in time. It's instrospection, you'll have to put a name to what you're feelings are right now and it's hard. It's hard because maybe it's an illusion like water on the dessert. I've found that during this chaos I'm living I need those two things.
During these past five years, I've been sharing my struggle to regaining the control of my health, being positive and laughing at me. There's no other way. I've been sharing my journey, the frustration, the hope you have when you have to go to a doctor and you're leaving way much worse than before. So for it's an outlet to be able to channeling my frustration and get back my sense of strength of optimism and while I'm sharing that there's a ripple effect: I'm helping someone.

Writing makes you vulnerable and that's okay. That in itself means you're alive, you want to live, to keep going and be strong. You'll learn to appreciate little things like seeing the rain while other people are so busy with their work that they take for granted life, even forgetting they are living and it's not forever.