Movies are my therapy—they let me laugh, cry, and dream all in one sitting. They’re the ultimate escape, but more importantly, they’re a mirror reflecting my emotions, fears, and hopes back at me. In the span of a couple of hours, I can let go of the weight of my world and immerse myself in someone else’s journey, finding pieces of myself along the way.

When I need to laugh, I turn to stories that remind me of life’s absurdity—those hilarious moments that make you snort-laugh and forget, for a while, why you were stressed. Sometimes, it’s a goofy character or an over-the-top scene that catches me off guard, making my laughter feel like a release I didn’t realize I needed.

Then there are the times I need to cry. There’s something cathartic about watching a character lose something precious or face a challenge that resonates so deeply it brings tears to my eyes. Those moments remind me that it’s okay to feel, to grieve, and to be vulnerable. The tears that movies draw out of me often feel like a cleansing—a quiet, unspoken therapy session between me and the screen.

And, of course, I dream. Every movie is a spark of imagination, a glimpse into what could be. They inspire me to see beauty, take risks, and believe in my own story.

Movies aren’t just stories—they’re companions on my journey, helping me feel whole in a way nothing else quite can.