Whew!! Depression had hit me hard this day. I wasn’t doing great in my classes and I was just…tired. I had a weak moment where I hated my life because I was where I never wanted to be, and suddenly all of my trauma did a drive-by gang-bang on me. I was at a university I hadn’t heard of until my big bro and sis-in-law had me apply at the last minute. I felt caged, like a firefly in a sweaty palm, and I had no way of escape. I didn’t have my flute, and I couldn’t play away my pain. My Bro and sis-in-law showed up for me and took me to the ER after this incident and were there until I was taken to the loony bin. I loved them for that… BACKSTORY: I grew up VERY sheltered, and my only outlet, besides writing…until it wasn’t, was band. My HS was predominantly black, and our band had a southern flair. We were the best around! Band was my life. I wasn’t popular. I was a quiet girl whose dad folks were afraid of. I played softball and a little basketball (wasn’t great), but band? Band was...