After sharing my confession, I heard of the song “Black Bird”. And I feel the song has actually healed my body, to be free even with my broken wings. Even after seeing the unseeable, I found comfort in the song. Diseases are created by the world, and so is hatred that fuels diseases. But I think, that love is the best medicine. And hope, should be shared. Because without Black Bird, without “Imagine”, nor without Live Aid, I would not be living, and who I am today… God bless.