On the Way to Oz || Original Tune Exploring Mental Health Breakdown and Recovery

with my Ukulele in Central Park – Pics taken by my sister Roxane

This past December when I was at my cousin Virginie’s house in Biarritz I felt an immense sense of peace. Maybe it was the quietness or the clean bright uncluttered space, a cocoon if you will, or maybe a combination of all that made me feel like: this is how it should be.

I have lived in New York for 16 years, and although many times challenging, I absolutely loved the city with all my heart, from its effervescence to its diverse crowd and extreme weather; however, I also felt that – maybe – it may be time for a change. A change involving quietness and fresh air.

Every time I have ah-ha moments like these (or any strong emotions if I am being truthful), I tend to write them down. This time was no different. What I did next was to take my ukulele and wrote this song.

“On the way to Oz” deals with how familial and societal pressure contributes to our overall mental health – for me I started to question how my surroundings and perception of success affected how I was seeing myself. At 39, had I met these expectations? Did I use New York as a way to distance myself from the pressure I may have felt had I lived in a more conventional town or closer to family members at the detriment of my mental health? So many questions I am eager to answer!

The song and lyrics are below if you want to check them out. I personally love how it engages my mind and stimulates my thoughts on topics such as addiction, self-love, lies, community and empathy on the road to recovery.

Live version of “On the Way to Oz” recorded inn Biarritz by my niece Charlie, 9 (feat Caramel the cat behind)

Lyrics:

There are places we’ll never let ourselves go

And to cope we drink, take drugs, have sex, and scroll 

Up and down until we numb ourselves so cold, so cold 

We pretend to enjoy things we don’t care for

And to cope we tell the world how much it cost, 

And we post until we numb ourselves so cold, so cold

Then one day, the chasm between our heart 

And the reality is so wide we can’t breathe

Then one day the pain we subject our soul

chatters our sanity way too deep 

Some believe that money will quiet their wounds 

When in fact it emphasizes their own flaws

And to cope they wander aimlessly 

in virtual reality 

We keep at it despite red flags and the signs 

Trick ourselves until we can contort our mind

Fool ur friends and hide in plain sight

Til we no longer can lie

Then one day, the chasm between our heart 

And the reality is so wide we can’t breathe

Then one day the pain we subject our soul

chatters our sanity way too deep 

There’s a way to get back t yourself

It’s not easy but

You gotta let it go

And if you want

We can hold each other’s hand

On the yellow brick road

On our way to Oz

And if you want

We can hold each other’s hand

On the yellow brick road

On our way to Oz

You can download a version on my soundcloud

Daphné Mia Essiet © All rights reserved.

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