Attached is a picture of me playing at 3AM because I was hearing voices. Yes, I have schizophrenia. For me, music is a refuge, an oasis, a home. I find great solace knowing that it will always be there for me, even if I'm the only one listening. So I ask, why music? Why do YOU do it? What keeps YOU going? For me, music allows me to weave my own narrative into the very fabric of my reality. It sounds heavy, but in simple terms, with all the noise going on in my head, music is a sound that I can control. It's MY noise.
