We’ve reached a point in our healing work where we have begun to work together on positive outcomes and become hopeful. We are learning to appreciate each other and what we bring. It was overwhelming, and we were writing from a very raw space, and even there, we punctuated the profound loss with deflecting humor. It has been easier to believe that we were just inherently broken versus having it bestowed upon us at birth. During the process of writing this, it finally cracked through just how badly we were treated as a child that it has indeed severely impacted our adulthood to date. Our Wife, Yj, told us several times that our writing was good but would not be helpful unless we were willing to go deeper. We are experts in not going deeper with other people but, more importantly, with each other.
Our Song
For Love
Past Song
Growing up, our childhood felt like a series of disconnected snapshots, each fading into the next like a worn-out photo album left in the sun. We often daydreamed, retreating into a world of imagination whenever life became overwhelming. Our memories mix laughter and shadows, bright moments clashing with darker ones that we still struggle to piece together. There were days when we ached to feel loved, surrounded by the warmth of family and friends, and nights when we were alone, but the walls still felt too close, and we learned to dissociate, to drift away from the hurt. It was like pressing a pause button on our emotions, creating a safe space in our mind where the chaos couldn’t reach us. We would close our eyes and imagine we were somewhere else, somewhere safe and happy, where love was the norm. Love had never lived at our house,
Who are We?
The Chorus: A Collective Voice of Survival: Staff, Clefs, Ledger Lines, Steps, and Accidentals
Finding Our Voice
We’ve reached a point in our healing work where we have begun to work together on positive outcomes and become hopeful. We are learning to appreciate each other and what we bring. It was overwhelming, and we were writing from a very raw space, and even there, we punctuated the profound loss with deflecting humor. It has been easier to believe that we were just inherently broken versus having it bestowed upon us at birth. During the process of writing this, it finally cracked through just how badly we were treated as a child that it has indeed severely impacted our adulthood to date. Our Wife, Yj, told us several times that our writing was good but would not be helpful unless we were willing to go deeper. We are experts in not going deeper with other people but, more importantly, with each other.