Some smiles aren’t meant to convince the world you’re happy—
they’re meant to help you survive a season you don’t yet have words for.

There is a kind of strength that doesn’t get applauded. It shows up anyway, carries everything, and keeps going even when no one notices. This is for the women who survived without being celebrated.

Some songs don’t just meet you in your pain. They recognize your strength. This one holds space for the woman who gave everything she had and is now learning to give that same grace back to herself.

When I stopped shrinking to survive, I became “unpopular.” This song reminds me that freedom often looks like being misunderstood.

I didn’t become strong because someone protected me—I became strong because I had to. “The Fighter” honors the journey from surviving alone to finally being met by love that stays.

I didn’t leave because I didn’t love you.
I left because loving you required losing myself—and I deserved more than surviving what should have been safe.

I was tired of explaining myself, tired of hoping to be seen, and tired of loving in a place where love felt conditional and fragile

Sometimes strength doesn’t look like leaving—it looks like surviving the next hour. This song holds the quiet truth of staying too long, loving deeply, and slowly learning that endurance is not the same as love.

Some artists don’t just make music—they hold space for you while you’re falling apart. Andy Grammer’s music met me in a season where I was slowly losing myself, and somehow helped me remember who I was before survival took over.

This song marked the moment I understood that growth isn’t about adding more—it’s about letting go. Letting go of what drains you, even when it’s familiar. Choosing a deeper well meant choosing myself, my peace, and the life I want to grow into.

This was one of the first songs I ever shared as a way of saying what I couldn’t yet speak. Before I had clarity, before I had courage, music was already telling my truth.

Some feelings don’t want to be explained—only felt. For me, music has always been the place I landed when words weren’t enough. This blog is a collection of songs that found me before, during, and after my healing… and the stories they helped me survive.