Music.

My remedy does not come in the form of a pill or white powder that messes with my brain. It does not come in the form of smoke or endless cuts found on my wrists.

My remedy comes in the form of a song. A melody that plays over and over in my head. A harmony that soothes every inch of my aching body.

My remedy is a variation of beats that either allow me to express my emotions or support me when i want to crawl into my little hole. A sound that just doesn’t move my body but my soul too.

My remedy is my music. A beautiful voice that keeps my heart beating. A note that allows me and my thoughts to be one.

An art that keeps me sane even when i feel like I’m losing my mind.