This is a story about a girl. And it goes like this:
Once upon a time there was a girl. She was brutally abused, emotionally and spiritually.
She did not think much about this all along. But she was always depressed and frustrated.
Many years had passed. Music had been her savior, giving her much joy, life and satisfaction. Nonetheless, the scars from her childhood remained. She always wanted to be the best. At the same time she judged herself if she was good enough. There was always something that she could do better. At least that was what she thought to be. When something was wrong or did not happen as she expected to be, she would ask herself if it was her to blame, if it was her responsibility to fix it. And it seemed that nothing or no one was up to her expectation.
Many more years had passed. The pain grew bigger and deeper. Then it came to that one day when she could not take it anymore, that the pain was so big that she felt like she just could not go on. She suddenly realized that she had to fix this. She had to take away this pain. So she started to face her pain, her fear.
She needed Connection.
She needed Connection to take away this pain. That Connection was the way for her to appreciate what was going on around. That she was not alone and could do whatever she decided to. That she was worth something. That she was good enough. That she was needed for her mission in life. That she was useful to others around her. She started to feel connection that led her to appreciate people and things around her. That she was not fixated on one spot of the whole big picture. That she was loved and appreciated.
She started to live again. She found herself again. Or rather, she was born again. A brand new her appeared.
And she hoped she stayed. She hoped she stayed.