Through our Darkest Skies

Writing has always been an outlet for me, but recently, it’s become something far deeper than I could have ever anticipated. Over the past few months, I’ve been exploring my personal healing journey through poems, blog posts, and now using AI to transform my words into songs. What started as a way to process complex emotions has become an incredibly cathartic experience, peeling back layers of pain that had quietly accumulated over the years.

The act of expressing myself through these creative outlets has allowed me to uncover parts of my own wounding I didn’t even realize were still affecting me. Every time I write, I feel like I’m shedding old layers, bit by bit, clearing space for something new and lighter. The surprising part is how deeply this process has touched me, how much it has helped me find a sense of release from the wounds that have shaped my life.

But what has been even more unexpected is how this journey of self-expression has expanded my understanding of others. Last week a dear friend of mine texted me about my song "Bittersweet Honey." She said, “I know it’s very personal, but it’s very relatable,” and in that moment, something inside me shifted while I replied, “My circumstances are very personal, but I am realizing the pain is collectively universal.”

As I wrote those words, a new perspective opened up for me. I realized that the pain I’ve been navigating, the wounds I’ve been healing, are not just mine alone. We all carry wounds, each of us shaped by our own experiences and though they may be different in the details, the emotions they bring are shared. It’s like we’re all standing in the same storm, getting wet by different raindrops, but feeling the same chill.

And yet, we often feel so alone. Perhaps because, through our lives, we’ve been conditioned to hide this struggle, to disconnect from one another. We live now in a very divided society, where vulnerability is too often seen as weakness, and the storm is only getting louder. But what if, instead of hiding, we began to hold our hands together? What if, by embracing our shared experience, we could spark our divine energy to clear the horizon for all of humanity?

This realization has given me a newfound sense of compassion for others. I’ve always been focused on my own healing, but now I see that my journey is intertwined with the journeys of those around me. We are all walking through life, dealing with our own personal storms, but there’s a common thread that binds us together: the struggle, the pain, the healing.

What’s been especially powerful about sharing my poems, blogs, and songs is that, through these mediums, I’ve been able to connect with others in ways I didn’t expect. While I thought I was simply writing for myself, I’ve found that these words resonate deeply with others too. The creative process has become a bridge, a way to express not only my own pain but to connect with the universal nature of wounding, of healing, of being human.

And through this connection, I’ve found healing in a different form. It’s no longer just about working through my own wounds, it’s about recognizing that we all carry scars, and in sharing our stories, we help each other heal. It’s a profound realization that has transformed the way I view my own journey and the journeys of those around me.

I’ve also realized that we are living in a time where we can make a choice about the kinds of messages we put into the world. For so long, much of the music, art, and content around us has been meticulously curated to exploit our pain, reinforcing feelings of self-doubt, isolation, and struggle. But what if we used the tools available to us now; AI, social media, creative platforms, to share more meaningful songs? Songs that don’t make us feel bad about ourselves or keep us stuck in our wounding but instead lift us up and encourage us to heal?

This idea has shifted how I view my creative work. Music and art don’t just have to express our struggles; they can become part of the solution. I believe we have the power to spark something divine within each of us, using our voices and creativity to transform the emotional landscape of those who listen. In this divided society, where the storm seems so loud, we can choose to create music and messages that bring light, connection, and hope.

There are still days when the weight of old wounds feels heavy, when the process of healing feels slow and uncertain. But now, every time I sit down to write, I feel a sense of release, of shedding what no longer serves me. And in that release, I’m discovering new ways to connect not just with myself but with the world around me.

This journey has taught me that healing is not a solitary process. It’s something we do together, whether we realize it or not. The act of writing, of sharing, of turning my words into songs has created a space where I can process my emotions, and in doing so, invite others to reflect on their own. We are not alone in our pain, and by acknowledging that, we open the door to deeper understanding and compassion.

This is my favorite verse...

We’re all getting wet in the same storm, Feeling lost, feeling torn. Raindrops fall like broken hearts, But we’re not falling apart. You cry your tears, I’ll cry mine, But in this storm, we’re intertwined. We’re all getting wet in the same storm, And somehow, that keeps us warm.

I’ve come to believe that the storms we weather, though painful, are part of a shared human experience. And while each of us gets rained on in different ways, we are standing under the same thunderous sky. Through my words, I’ve found connection and healing, not just for myself, but for everyone who resonates with them.

This is the power of art, of expression, of sharing our stories. It’s a reminder that, in the act of releasing our pain, we make space for connection and transformation. And perhaps, if we begin to hold our hands together, we can clear these ominous skies for ourselves and for each other.

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