My mum taught me how to love ballads, but she left when I was 10. When I moved into Dad’s house he banned music just because it reminded him of Mum. When the voice came out it came out raging because it was suppressed for a long time. There had been instances where I have been writing and I can’t tell whether it’s destructive or healing, but for the most part I felt it’s healing. And I felt like it’s a lot of light. I can’t write anything that’s not lived.