Yesterday, I went to Music Therapy even though I had sworn I wouldn't go as long as that guy was there but at least he didn't get what he wanted from me. I sang when I wanted and only long enough to help another Veteran get the feel of the song then I stopped.
What he said is unforgivable when he failed to really apologize for what he said and I hate myself still for letting him get to me but having grown up around a "Green Beret" from the Vietnam era I couldn't let it go and still cannot. But the need to be near the music and get it out is so strong once the door was opened I knew I wouldn't be able to close it again, not that I really want to anyway.
The one thing in this world that could have kept me sane for twenty years I gave up for everyone else around me for the most part, I certainly wasn't performing on-stage anymore. But I need that rush, that sensation is calling to me with such a demand it hurts me deep inside to hold it back. I guess that 's why any chance over the years I have had to sing for girlfriends or my kids when they were babies was taken advantage of.
Please don't let anyone stifle your creative need as long as your creative need doesn't hurt someone else, let it go.
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