As a child, I’d sing softly to myself on the playground to feel less alone. Music quickly became my way of soothing my mind. 

At five, captivated completely by my music teacher, I begged my parents for a piano. I got a small keyboard and taught myself to play by ear as I was worried that lessons would take away the joy of playing.

When I was eight, my school teacher taught us guitar during playtime. One by one, my classmates drifted off, but I couldn't stop. She left me a pile of Beatles and old folk scores, and I spent the entire summer playing them. Eventually, I started formal training to polish my technique, studying classical guitar, piano, violin, and voice.

I started a quiet youtube channel where I would post covers and original songs. One day, inspired by the fantasy novel The Name of the Wind, I sat at the piano, recorded how I imagined the book's music sounding, and shared it in case someone else might want to hear. 

To my surprise, that shy channel began to grow. Over the years, it has connected me with a community of wonderful listeners and amazing collaborators. All because I decided to share my music, not expecting much from it.

When a health struggle made singing too painful, I recorded "Life's Numbers" as my secret farewell to music. Instead, the universe intervened. The song was featured as a show outro, earned an award nomination, and marked the exact moment my health finally began to turn around.  I took the hint. I'll carry on ❀