Bat out of Hell didn’t whisper.
It kicked the door in.
It taught me something before I had language, therapy, or perspective:
Run toward life.
Even scared.
Especially scared.
When your past is heavy and everything behind you is grabbing at your ankles,
you don’t need comfort.
You need ignition.
“You’re not done yet.”
That’s what that record said to me.
Over and over.
It wasn’t music.
It was momentum.
If you’re done running away
and want a partner who runs into life,
you know where to find me:
ICanHelpU.ca
And I will help you just ask
