Music has saved you so many times. As a child, it was Raffi. You'd sing about baby belugas, and the octopus' garden, and you'd let it carry you away from all the horror you endured. That concert where you heard him play - and he let you sit on his lap for a picture - was the first time you met an adult that didn't hurt you or consider you a bother. He seemed genuinely delighted to see you. You never forgot that.
When you grew older, it was alternative rock. The harder beats & painful lyrics spoke to where you were. Then your history studies guided you to a love of Celtic music and sea shanteys. Your mental jukebox expanded.
Today you'll listen to anything that strikes your fancy, anytime. A jump from Justin Bieber to Niamh Parsons is nothing unusual. There's so much music shaming - one isn't supposed to admit an enjoyment of Nickelback - but that doesn't stop you. Girl, that's fantastic.
As you wrote this, you listened to Raffi, Týr, Christina Perri, Candlebox, Owl City, Motopony, and Planxty. What a weird & wonderful mix.
Never lose your love of the music. Let it keep saving you any time you need it to.
You deserve it.