It’s hard to say which trait I displayed first in life: my love of music, or my anxiety. They’ve both been part of my life for longer than I can remember, and at times they even seem to feed off one another. Perhaps they developed in tandem, in combination with genetic predisposition and external factors.
One thing has remained consistent, however; whenever inner turmoil threatened to get the better of me, I dove into my passions to keep me thriving. When pre-teen me couldn’t tell the adults in my life about my dwindling self-esteem, I turned to songs like Try by Nelly Furtado or Don’t Let Me Get Me by P!nk to express it.
When I was a young adolescent, I became old enough to understand the full weight of a certain event in my life that had unconsciously affected and shaped me over the last decade – I also discovered my love of musical theatre and started taking private voice lessons. Musical theatre altered my trajectory at a time where I needed it most. On the days I felt as though I had no future, music made me feel like I was worth something.
Today I know that no matter what happens, I will always fall back on my passions to carry me through. That’s how I know my voice is my life’s work, and why I will always keep fighting to pursue my passions.