Music Healed My Life and Showed Me How To Dream

It saved me as a little girl…and years later, it would save me again

Liberty Forrest
The Music That Moves Us

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Woman playing piano in a forest
Image by author — Canva AI

When I was a little girl, dreams were few and far between. While I slept, there were plenty of nightmares reflecting the environment in which I lived, but actual dreams about who I could become or what I could be? These were in short supply.

My days were about surviving violent attacks by my older brother and verbal assaults by my mother. The nights…well, I had to survive those, too.

But dreams about my future? They were elusive at best. From my earliest memories, I was just trying to get through each day. There was nothing that encouraged or even suggested the notion that I was allowed to dream. My thoughts, needs and feelings were wrong. I learned to dismiss them. Instead, I adopted my mother’s beliefs about me as the truth.

“You’ll never amount to anything.”

“You’re stupid.”

“You don’t deserve…”

And one in particular that now makes me laugh when I look back on it — every time I dared say I wanted to try something I hadn’t done before:

“You can’t do that!

I heard that one numerous times throughout my life until she died. For decades, I lived with…

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Liberty Forrest
The Music That Moves Us

Creator of “Witchy” cartoon. Award-Winning Author. Spiritual Arts. My PUBS: 1) THE AFTERLIFE; 2) HOPE, HEALING AND HUMOUR; and 3) THEWITCHYONE (for "Witchy")