There is a unique kind of feeling that comes with battling your body as it falls apart. You want to be kind to it but also want it to just work. The grief of not being able to perform music, play shows, do things that (although never easy) were once the lifeblood of our experience of the world and how we interacted with people. We'd defined ourselves by it. Tho now on a different journey, there is always that sting of missing it. ❤️ at least we can still write music x