Kian
Jimi Hendrix said, “Music is a safe kind of high.” This resonated deeply with me because when I played, I could feel the rhythm of the melody inside my veins. Each note flowed through my blood—creating, inspiring, and taking on a life of its own.
But everything I had known to be true had been stolen from me in one devastating moment, and music was all I clung to in my life of solitude and self-punishment. I had every intention of living out my days with just my music and my pain… when I saw her.
Jessa
From an outsider’s perspective, my life might appear challenging, and yet, I was at peace with it. I cared for my brother, and I made coffee. I didn’t need much else. I didn’t even dare hope for more. Hope disrupted my peace, and I couldn’t afford that. Until one day, a musician with sad eyes played me a song. And everything changed.
