singing like a lark
I can sing again! I still haven't gotten back my highest high notes, but just being able to sing without pain, with my voice obeying my brain more than half the time, is already big for me. I've been sick for what feels like forever. I've still got a nagging cough, but at least I'm not hacking myself awake every night anymore.
I sing while I'm washing dishes, walking to get a glass of water, everything. I do warmups. I sing classical pieces that are not meant to be sung. I sing musicals, pop songs, a little bit of everything that I can handle at this level of power. No Evanescence or Christine Daaé. Not yet, at least. It's okay, because I can work on low notes this way.
I never thought that I would be so relieved to be able to sing, or that I would be the kind of person to fill my apartment with my own voice. I had to introduce myself for swimming class this week, and the first hobby I named was singing. I've come a long way from the girl who only ever sang in a low voice with her bedroom door locked. I know I don't have a showstopping voice and that I still have so much to learn, but I'm glad that I have a voice to sing with at all, and that I actually use it now.