Good evening world,
Today’s post will be short, I’m not particularly inspired to write tonight.
However, I have been singing since yesterday night and I keep realizing how much it means to me.
I’ve always loved music, I grew up around people that loved music as well.
Like a sponge, I’ve absorbed the beauty of many different genres and eras.
It’s always been there for me, like a cocoon, a bubble, a door leading to other worlds.
And as I sing, as an adult, I remember the little me, who was also always singing — at least whenever it was safe to do so.
The little me who asked Santa for my own CD players, hi-fis, and microphones.
The teenage me who relied on her iPod like a crutch during highschool.
The little me who still had both of her grandparents, who would hear her grandma sing and her grandpa listen to some artists on loop.
Today, my grandpa is no more and my grandma doesn’t sing as much as she used to.
And as I face this truth, I also came face to face with another deeper truth: it’s no longer unsafe for me to be heard.
Be it speaking or singing.
Growing up around an abusive stepdad really forced to adapt and mask my real self to stay safe.
You’d think that once the threat is away, you’d go back to your “real self” immediatly.
But no, alas. It’s been 20 years and I’m still finding myself stuck in this sort of alter-ego.
So, as I continue to heal and re-discover my “real” me, I’ll sing.
Because it brings me joy, because it makes me feel alive.
And I invite you to sing as well if you feel that your voice is stuck or hidden for whatever reason.
The world needs to hear you!
And most importantly YOU need to hear yourself!!
With lots of love,
Camille