When he died, all of my inspiration to create music was gone. Our plans of going on tour and taking over the industry had completely vanished in one phone call. I had no direction, and on top of that, I had just moved to Baltimore, MD, and had no connections or friends in the city. I felt isolated and alone, and began my own battle with depression. The one thing which stopped me from spiraling into a deeper pit of despair was the thought of TK. I remembered the pain his death caused his loved ones and that if something happened to me, no one would be here to tell TK’s story.
I moved to San Diego, California and started over. It was good to get around the Southern California music scene because it gave me an opportunity to reinvent myself. I took all of my pain and I poured it into my music. I ventured to open mics and started performing again. I slowly fell back in love with the music after a long year lacking motivation.