(This is a personal story)

There once was a girl. She grew up with a Dad. She had a Mom and she had an older brother and sister. She was homeschooled but she still found a way to make friends. People would look at her and think that her life was perfect. She had loving parents and great friends. That’s when Covid 19 hit. The girl had been used to spending lots of time at home, but after time she grew restless. So she started writing letters to her friends, a girl named Molly was her best friend. Over time Molly stopped writing her back and the girl stopped writing. She lost contact with her friends. The once happy girl had began to feel lonely. The girl channeled her energy into trying to convince her parents to get an indoor puppy. (Even though she already had three horses three dogs and a indoor cat named smoky) after millions of nos the girl began to cry herself to sleep at night. She thought that what she wanted was a puppy but what she really wanted was someone to talk to. For two years that went on. She bottled up her feelings and she worried that she had to be perfect. After all she rarely got in trouble. As she got older and made new friends she realized she was lesbian. One of her friends were lesbian too so she had someone to talk to about it. I realize now that all the time I spent thinking I needed to be perfect the time I spent hiding myself from the world was a time I looked to music for comfort. Music has sense become my outlet. It’s the way I share my emotions. I realized that I wanted to help people who are hurting. That’s when my adventure began. I still struggle sometimes. I still have anxiety. But I know I can count on my new friends and my family for support. And I can always turn to music and writing.