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How music saved my life How it can save yours:

I’d like to start off by saying no one person should ever compare their pain to another. Everybody goes through their own personal hell at one point or another, and if you don’t, well then you must be a lucky small percent of the population. 

Being alone and feeling alone are two very different things. Of course I didn’t know this at the time, trust me. My childhood had always been very loving and I was a pretty sheltered child I have to admit. Depression and loneliness was not even in my vocabulary- it did not belong in my world. But like I said there is bound to be a hardship most of us have to go through at any given point in our lifetime. 

 I was fourteen almost fifteen and things were just all around odd in my life. I didn’t have people around that I was used to usually being there. At fifteen years old you are supposed to start dating, going to dances, and having sleepovers with your best friends. Well.. that is hard when your are not sure who your real friends are anymore. I had lost what it seemed to be some of the closest people in my life, all in the realm of a few years. Life was pretty lonely I’d have to admit at the time. Don’t get me wrong, i still get lonely and sad at times, I’m human. So, no, this is not one of those “Three steps to being happier in one week” posts. It is just unrealistic. I am here to tell you that music can be a large factor in your happiness. 

I began getting really into singing that year. I quit being a dancer for music and I watched way to many music documentaries, etc. I remember talking to my dad, saying, “this is what I want to do. I have to sing. I have to write songs. I will write music.” Obviously I was’t Whitney Houston and I wasn’t going to go on a sell out tour. 1. I was fourteen. 2. I needed vocal lessons. Girl. I needed those vocal lessons. If you ask my family they’ll tell you that I was a decent singer but when I go back and listen to some of the first videos I made I want to crawl in a whole and never come out. It didn’t matter though. I finally had something that made me feel less lonely. Something to focus on. I sang and sang until a family member would scream from the other room “Lily that’s enough, I’m trying to sleep!”