Dancing Through Darkness: My Healing Journey

Dancing saved my life when doctors said I had six months to live. Three years ago,

I was diagnosed with severe depression and chronic pain that left me bedridden for weeks.

Traditional therapy wasn't working, medications made me feel like a zombie, and I was losing

hope fast. My sister dragged me to a hip-hop dance class despite my protests.

I could barely move without wincing, but something magical happened when the beat dropped.

My body started responding to the rhythm, my mind cleared for the first time

in months, and I felt alive again. That first class turned into daily

sessions. Hip-hop became my medicine, my therapy, my reason to get