Maybe it seems silly to hold onto a role model I found when my aunt gave me a CD eight years ago. But, I can remember the first moment in the hospital when I needed that comfort, still rooted in soft-edged memories as a kid. I was going through a painful procedure, awake, and needed something to stay calm. Hearing the familiar melodies did the trick. I knew music would help, but for a second, I couldn’t think of what kind. Until her name popped into my head. Taylor Swift’s music saved my life. I get mildly mocked for liking the famous popstar, which is funny because she hasn’t done anyone awful. No drugs or criminal activity, nothing too wild and it’s one reason she stays grounding for me. I like to focus on her silly selfies with her cats and her comedic music videos. In any moment of anxiety, still, I pull up her playlist. I shuffle through 12 years of music and find it impossibly to freak out. I have every word memorized, consciously or not. (Sorry mom.) I can’t explain what it is, but I wanted to make this post to thank her. There have been moments where her music was the only thing. The only thing that kept me from thinking really sucky thoughts. If music helps you, in any way, use it. Don't be ashamed even if it seems ridiculous because it onl affects you. After Taylor I like 1920s swing, so maybe it is just because I'm not one to judge.
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