Joyce, which means happiness, was given to me as my name. I don't quite remember who named me Joyce, but I think the person who gave me this name hoped that I could have a joyful life. However, things didn't go as it was expected.
In my childhood, my parents were busy running their business. At that time, I was the only kid in the whole family. I didn't have anyone that can be my companion. I was not lack of money, but love. As the result, I spoke only few words and felt lonely. That's why I like to read. Reading is one thing that I can do it myself. Also, I learned to be independent and obedient so that I could cater to the adults. In that way, I became polite and welcome by the adults. But still, I didn't feel being loved. I thought of myself like a worm. I attempted to hurt myself. That was really a tough time for me.
Years went by, I began to learn to play musical instruments.Music became the breath of life to me. It helped me to express myself. Because of my unpleasant experiences as a child. I was not an easygoing girl. But through music, I can communicate with people easier. Music helped me indeed.