I had what looked from the outside like an ordinary middle class upbringing. But beneath the surface there was a dark secret – I was sexually abused by a family member throughout most of my childhood. The abuse was never spoken about or acknowledged in my family, it was a dirty secret and somehow it felt like it was my fault. Fortunately for me, music saved my life and gave it meaning. I started piano lessons at age 8 (4 or 5 years after the abuse started), and music quickly became a refuge where I could express my feelings. I’ve never felt safer anywhere than I do sitting on a piano bench playing music. As a teenager I joined a rock band and found another outlet for my feelings – songwriting. I battled many demons over the years that grew out of the abuse and its denial: anorexia, agoraphobia, depression, suicide attempts – but throughout those years I never stopped playing music and writing songs. My wish now is to share these songs with other women who have had similar experiences to offer support and healing.

Mad I Fall

Never Did Feel

Hey Motherfucker