The tears I shed a week ago hasn't dried yet. The 2016 Outside Lands Music & Arts Festival was not only a success for the entertainment industry but also a remarkable day in my life, particularly.

It all started when I was 7 years old. I remember sitting in my classroom and realizing how different I was from everybody else. I was the only child who wouldn't go to the playground on recess. I would just bow my head on my desk and wait for everyone to come back. I didn't know what that meant then, but I do now.

I always felt like my parents neglected me emotionally, so like the good insecure 7-years-old I was, I ended up thinking everyone around me felt the same way I thought my parents felt about me: they didn't love me, therefore, no one did. I made it through that part of my life holding on to silly things like cartoons and video games. That was the only two things that made me genuinely happy then.

Growing up, I was a quiet and lonely child. Everyone noticed that, but no one noticed that maybe I was like that for a reason. They all just assumed it was my personality, so I remained in silence.

Throughout the years, I started looking for reassurance that I was not alone. I just couldn't believe God had put that emotional burden in my heart only, so I started looking for artists or authors who would express themselves in a way I was able to hear it. I was looking for someone who would write about the same things I was writing, someone who would feel the same way I was feeling.

At the age of 14, I was so used to being on my own I started liking it. At that time I was a fanatic for books and volleyball. I remember waking up every day at 3:00 a.m. just to watch the Brazilian Women's Volleyball team play before going to class. I have never complained about how tired I was, I would just make it through the day and do it all again the next morning.

When I turned 18 although, things changed. I decided I wanted to go to college in another country. I was painfully tired of being so unhappy at home, so I ran away. The strongest memory I have of those months full of fear and doubt was hearing this specific song on a Thursday night and crying so much I thought I would never stop.

This song was called "Video Games" and the artist was Lana Del Rey.

At first, the tone of her voice and the simplicity of her song caught my attention. Then, for some reason I am still unable to identify, I suddenly burst into tears. One year later I became the most passionate fan I never thought I could be. I felt like I have finally found someone who was hurting as much as I was.Her songs felt like therapy to me. In every single moment when I felt lost and confused, her music was there reminding me I wasn't alone.

A friend told me once it is silly to hold so much gratitude toward someone you don't even know, but I feel like she knows me more than anyone else will ever do, and that's enough for me.

Last weekend, the dream of finally watching her concert, came true. From crying alone in my room four years ago to crying in the middle of a crowd watching her perform has been one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I was sobbing throughout the whole thing, but believe me, if you were there you would be drowning in tears too.

Just as beautiful as it is when you listen to a singer or a band to lift you up when you're feeling down, it is equally delightful to cry hearing someone singing about their pain just to get that sense of identification.

I strongly believe that when you have a wound in your heart and someone touches it, it will either happen two things: they will heal you or they will hurt you even more. The thing with Lana was that, through her songs, she hurt me until she made me heal.

When I was listening to her singing about her "Dark Paradise" while I was living inside my unhealthy mind, those lyrics would touch me and she would hurt me with her words, but her music was just so beautiful to me that I couldn't stop going back to it and getting hurt once more.

Time passed and I realized that the more I listened to her message the more I would feel like being this emotional mess was ok. She made me accept who I was by simply embracing who she was and all the pain she had faced in her life. She turned that dark part of her existence into a beautiful art that it is music, and she inspires me to do the same through writing.

The tears I shed a week ago hasn't dried yet, but I now have all the great reasons to never let them dry.