My Crutch

A few years ago, I had forgotten the feeling of happiness. I had just started my career as a musician, but no recording company was willing to take me in. None of the songs I wrote ever succeeded. I was failing miserably. My life was nothing but an endless cycle of trying and failing. I felt that nothing would ever change. I had fallen into the darkest, worst possible pit. Strangely, I am grateful for that time in my life. During that time in my life, I had let all of my horrible, self-deprecating thoughts eat away at my personality and happiness. However, despite all the devastation I was going through, I had a single crutch to keep me going. Now, you might laugh when you first hear this. That crutch, that one ‘happy pill’ was my …show more content…
Unknowingly, I had left my car door unlocked… I came back from the store to find my car door wide open. My car radio had been stolen. My crutch was gone. “Why? Why of all the things they could have stolen, my car radio?” I cursed under my breath as I tried to comprehend the horrible situation. What would I do to cope now? What horrifying thoughts would I encounter? My car radio, the only crutch I had to rely on, had been brutally ripped away by some random stranger who did not understand how important it was to me. However, there was nothing I could do about the situation. All I could do was sit in silence. I probably seemed completely insane, murmuring to myself with my face buried in my hands, giving myself a pep talk before getting into the car. “Don’t think too much… Ignore all the thoughts. You will be okay. Everything will be alright. You can do this.” That motivational talk certainly did not work. I was only giving myself false hope. Without my car radio to rely on, as I drove, I felt myself missing the loud blaring on the music and the constant animated and cheerful voice of the DJ. There was nothing to silence my thoughts. That very day, I realised that sometimes, quietness was …show more content…
That may people were going through the same state of devastation I was going through the same state of devastation as I was. I came to a realisation, that I was not alone after all. “What hurts you, blesses you. Let darkness be your candle.” I realised, that it was a good thing that my car radio had been stolen. After that, I decided to come to my senses and made more music. Each song I released was like a wrung on a ladder. It was a ladder that I was slowly building to get out of the deep, dark pit I had fallen into. Each song slowly pulled me higher and higher, away from the bottom of the pit. Eventually, I managed to get out the pit and learn the feeling of happiness again. Two years later, I stood on the stage in front of hundreds of other musicians, receiving an award for the song I wrote that day, sitting on the floor of my car, crying. I said, “Whoever stole my car radio two years ago, I may never be able to show my gratitude towards you. However, thank you. Perhaps without you, I may not be where I am