My relationship with music is always changing. I picked up the guitar 10 years ago out of necessity; life was beginning to flood with new emotions and experiences, and I desperately needed an outflow. With time, songs eventually became a second language, lending me the keys to new friendships and identity within self expression. In 2018, I had all but sold my soul to the medical field for a doctorate in physical therapy when music exerted it’s force on me again, this time pulling me away from medicine and into the thicket of my creative journey. Nowadays music is my religion, and songwriting feels a lot like meditation. The creative process is both merciless and vigilant—it casts it’s light ...