I think I turned 16 years old when I got my first guitar. I couldn’t play anything at the beginning, but I strummed the strings as hard as I could, until three of the strings eventually broke.
“It was the happiest and most frustrating tImes of my life. The cycle never stopped, if something broke, I would save up and fix it again and again”
After High-School I decided to go study Music at a private College, where I was surrounded by so many musicians everyday. I was overwhelmed with joy, cause for the first time. I didn’t feel like an outsider no more. I felt untouchable.
My mental health took a turning point after graduating. I won’t go into much detail, but I went through a rough couple of years afterwards that had me on the point of surrendering.
“I had to give up music and couldn’t perform live because of the anxiety & depression… Not long after I said Goodbye to my Dream…”