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Some people have an artist they love. I have an artist who helped me survive parts of my life I didn’t think I’d make it through.

Ethel Cain gave my pain a language. She made me feel seen when I didn’t know how to explain what I was carrying. I’ll never stop being grateful for that.

Reading through the replies to my comment, I realized just how many people found her for the same reason I did. Different lives, different stories, but somehow her music became a place where we all felt understood. That was really beautiful to see. It reminded me that healing can be lonely, but sometimes art has a way of making you realize you were never as alone as you thought.

Thank you, Hayden. Truly. 🤍

@tankhall