Music provides therapy for my depression every, single, solitary day. Music. It’s been something I’ve loved since I was a little girl. I grew up listening to oldies stations, as well as whatever was current each year. It was “church” to me. Elvis Presley. Cher. Bette Midler. Sinatra. Whatever my parents loved, we listened to non-stop.
Growing up with music set me up for life
I don’t recall growing up without music playing every day. My father even put speakers outside, before that was a thing. We knew, if we were heading outdoors, we had to turn the radio on and switch a special little switch, and “church” was in session outside. While mom weeded the garden, mowed the lawn, and vacuumed the pool – we played and listened to our tunes.
There’s nothing like swinging on your swing set, with bare feet, listening to disco music from the Saturday Night Fever movie soundtrack. Summers were simpler back then, for sure. However, as the days, weeks, and years began to increase in difficulty, music always gave me strength.
Music is my therapy on many days, and in our home, my children have grown up with a home filled with music. Thanks to a huge age different between Mr. Sunflower, and I, the kids have a very eclectic soundtrack for their childhood! He introduced them to country music, because I can only handle one song by Dolly Parton.
Music can change a movie for the better, or the worse
Just like music in a movie enhances a movie, this is the case with music in my life. Have you ever watched a not so great movie, but loved it anyway, because the soundtrack was killer? I always attribute my obsession with Fifty Shades of Grey with the soundtrack, because the movie itself, is not exactly winning any critical acclaim. Plus, let’s face it, the sex scenes weren’t as hot as the book, am I right?
It’s the soundtrack to the movie that MOVES me, and makes that movie better. It has to be the most well done soundtracks for a movie I’ve heard in a long ass time. It’s perfectly matched to the story.
Music provides therapy for my depression
Every day music heals me in different ways. My soul doesn’t know how to survive without a musical beat pumping through my home, car, and life. Sometimes, I ache to hear specific lyrics that represent much of what I’m dealing with on that day. At times, I need upbeat, mindless music, that lets me work with a smile on my face. Then there are times I need instrumental music, that just makes me weep and clean my mind, and soul, of everything weighing it down.
Every day – without fail – music helps me get through everything I’m expected to handle. It lets my brain stop overthinking, and just rest. When it rests, I write with more ease. I parent with a little more patience.
No matter what my mood is, music changes it. Yes, friends. Music changes me. I have to always feel like I’m in a soundtrack, just like a movie. Music can create tension, or dissolve it. It can make your heart feel like it could soar through the air, but it also has the ability to cut your heart out, like nothing else can.
Without music, I lash out in a very negative way. Pop on that favorite Spotify playlist, and boom: the beast is tamed. Well, for a little while, anyway.
No, music can’t replace a therapist
One fact is clear, it doesn’t matter what I’m going through, music is there to help me through. Sometimes I need it to bring me further down, so I can cry even harder. Mostly, it’s there for me when I need a friend to lift me up, and bring me peace. Music provides therapy for my depression in a way a therapist can’t. However, I would not give up my therapist, at least not right now! I’m just saying, music understands me in a way no human can.