When I was growing up, music was my favorite thing in the world. I started playing clarinet in the school band when I was seven. Piano at ten. And every instrument I could get my hands on in between.
But here's the thing nobody knew: Music wasn't just something I loved. It was my escape.
I grew up in a home that was really unsafe. I suffered a lot of trauma. But music was allowed. My parents saw music as something I was good at—something they could be proud of me for. In some bizarre way, that made music my lifeline. It was the one safe thing in an unsafe world.