I love hard and think I can change the broken. It’s been a long road full of the juiciest reality show tag lines. Someone I tried to help and love deeply has betrayed me and it’s time I move on finally and accept things I cannot change. I never kept a diary and I wished I would have over the years. I blocked out so much that I can’t remember chunks of my life and regret it. This is my attempt to remember and break down my walls. I feel a special connection with music, songs are beautiful tragedies and have tons I want to review with you. Music saved my life, knowing other people have survived mental illness, abuse, addiction, and heartache and lived to tell the world about it is my motivation to keep going forward. So let’s headbang, throw up our devil horns, middle fingers, and sing at the top of our lungs together.