When everything’s too much
I reach for rhythm 🥁
A pulse louder than my thoughts 💭

Sometimes it’s not about lyrics
It’s about the beat holding you up
when your body won’t

Right now, it’s African beats
Drums like a heartbeat
Bass like a spine
Movement, even when I can’t move.

It’s not just background noise
It shifts chemistry
Lifts breath
Rebuilds something.

This is medicine – just not the kind they prescribe.