I think I always knew I wanted to sing.

When I was a kid, I went to see Céline Dion perform and something about that experience lodged itself deep inside me. I just remember the feeling. Watching her on stage, hearing her voice fill the room; I felt something click into place. It wasn’t admiration so much as recognition. I knew that I needed to sing too.

Music was always around me. My dad is a singer-songwriter, so songwriting and performance were part of the landscape of my childhood. I’d been writing songs for as long as I can remember, often without thinking too hard about where they might lead. Music was something I did because it felt natural, because it helped me process things, because it gave shape to emotions that didn’t always have clear words attached to them.

The moment I knew I wanted to take music seriously came much later.

In the fall of 2021, I quit drinking. That decision cracked something open in my life. Suddenly, I had a lot of space - mental, emotional, creative - that I didn’t quite know what to do with yet. I was looking for something to focus on, something that could help me make sense of the personal changes I was going through. I needed an outlet.

Around that time, I got my piano tuned.

I remember sitting down to play it, my hands on the keys, feeling another kind of click. It was like realizing I’d found my next creative home.

Making music wasn’t just something I enjoyed anymore; it was something I needed. It became a way to hold what I was carrying, to tell the truth about where I was and who I was becoming.

Since then, songwriting has been that home for me. A place where ideas can land, where emotions can be explored without needing to be resolved and where each new song feels like a marker of this chapter of my life.