Music is my therapist. My escape. My main character moment.

What is your favorite genre of music?

Might sound cliché, but music’s basically my therapist.

No appointments, no awkward eye contact, just a steady companion that doesn’t judge me for crying in the car or dancing like an unmedicated lunatic while hoovering.

It’s always on.

When I’m working, cooking, showering, gardening, or trying to pretend my life is more together than it actually is. It keeps me going. And I like it loud.

None of this “soft background” nonsense. I want to feel the bass in my chest. I want it to rattle my internal organs and make me believe for a split second that life is cinematic and I’m the main character. Even if I’m just scraping burnt pasta off a pan.

My taste? Absolute mix.

Enya to happy hardcore. Fleetwood Mac to 90s RnB. Bit of Steps if I’m feeling emotionally unhinged.

Sometimes I’m curled up listening to Shepherd Moons, reflecting on life, and then five minutes later I’m doing the Cha Cha Slide across the kitchen like nobody’s watching.

But Fleetwood Mac, well that’s the love of my life.

Sometimes I just want to curl up in a blanket and have Stevie Nicks whisper Crystal in my ear while the world burns around me.

It hits something in me that’s hard to put into words. Like grief and hope holding hands.

My 45 minute drive to the office? That’s sacred. Just me, the road, and whatever song is soundtracking that morning’s internal drama.

And if it’s raining? Even better. There’s nothing like pretending you’re in an early 2000s breakup montage while you sit in traffic, soaked in melancholic meaning, waiting for the lights to change.

So no, I don’t have a favourite genre. I have a favourite feeling.

And music? Music always gets it.

💕