2 years ago, after suffering a brain seizure, i was put into a psychiatric hospital, instead of a neurological one , which added even more presure to my overall fragile state. At the end of those 3 weeks, i ended up being treated like damaged goods and said i would have to depend from now on epilepsy medicine to be able to function normally and control my panic attacks. I remember listening to this song and doing exactly as it said, packed my pills, assured my family that i will take good care of myself and moved to Portugal. There, i treated myself with the ocean, amazing hikes around the country or the islands and tasty self made food. I invested all my time and my 800euro per month salary into filling back up, drop by drop, the cup of my emotions with positive ones, lowering drop by drop the exagerated cortisol level that had turned my perception into a horror movie.
I guess that spending all the time i had with myself, commited to my own happiness, is what self love means, and like any kind of love, it heals and transforms.
Today i stand on the same beach where things exploded, reflecting at a recent trail of recent events that hit hard from all parts and still, I feel unbreakable. And this is all thanks to God and the power of art. Music saved my life.
