Shake your sorrows out.

Nothing is going right. That was how I felt. I was weak, broken, torn apart. I thought I would faint, the stress of college was really affecting me I had assignments to do, practical reports to finish, textbooks to read and I was feeling so sleepy. Fear began to creep in slowly, I won’t make it, I’m a failure, I will disappoint everyone, what will my parents say, what if I don’t pass, these and more ran through my mind.
With all these thoughts I began to fear for my mental health, I don’t wanna go crazy, I don’t wanna fall into depression. ‘Lord, please help me’, I cried, ‘there is no one I can talk to, no one understands me’.
Right at that moment my phone rang, I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone at the time so the phone rang on and the music filled my very tiny room.
Tap tap tap, my feet began to move to the beat of Be my man by Asa, well since I didn’t know what to do I just got up and danced singing totally off tune with Asa. As I started to dance I felt nothing, yes I suddenly felt lighter. It felt like I was dancing through a portal of memories I felt like I could see everything like I was opening the pages of my life seeing it all, feeling it all. No, the feeling was not that foreign I had tried a different form of therapy before – running – but it didn’t work out, this felt different I felt myself letting go of my regrets, my desire to change the past, my desire to know the future and I could clearly hear my inner self speaking, telling me
“The past is called the past for a reason, it’s gone nothing can be done, focus on the present, live for today, expect tomorrow. It’s okay to be scared, it’s fine to worry, just know everything is going to be alright. You are not a failure you only become a failure when you quit so strive on and work hard everything will fall into place. Why do you want to know what the future holds? What fun will it be if we knew how tomorrow will be, there will be no fun in that and remember life is an adventure a risk worth taking.”.
Who knew I could get that much from just dancing, mind you I’m a terrible dancer. That one thing changed my view of life forever I hope it will change yours too.
From that day onward, dance became my therapy, music my therapist, and the beat my best companion.
Signed Sandra izevbuwa.













