Mary J. Blige was obviously going through some stuff while recording My Life, her second studio album released in 1994. Apparently, it was her breakthrough album and I had many bad things to say about it but I’m going to refrain. This was the last album from the Rolling Stone list that I listened to during a road trip to North Carolina. I hated it. I thought I might have liked it if I was a moody teenager. Which kinda makes sense when I started reading about it and found that the depressive, moody songs were biographical and Mary J. Blige was dealing with depression, drugs and alcohol, and an abusive relationship while working on this album and It does shine through. The writing gets the point across. I still don’t care for it. It just didn’t appeal to me.