I grew up in a family where music was very important. In fact the ability to read music was considered an essential skill that must be developed. From a young age my afternoons involved listening to my sisters practice piano and soon enough my turn came to take piano lessons. I hated every minute of piano lessons and made my teacher's life a living hell, but they did succeed in furthering my appreciation for music. Though I never gained much talent in playing the piano, I quickly latched onto music as a way to express and feel my emotions. I wanted to further my music education and stubbornness wouldn't allow me to pursue singing (because my sisters did), so instead I developed the ability to play several instruments. Along the way I played the clarinet, the flute, the saxophone, and for a brief period the french horn. I kept up my music education until I graduated from high school and lost my access to any instruments. In college I worked in the student center which had several piano practice rooms. I would longingly listen to the people practicing and wished I could do the same, but because my skill level is poor and everyone can hear you practicing I never did it. As I got older and more established I began to long for a piano of my own so I could practice and improve my skill, and a few years ago I was able to get one. I was thrilled to have music in my house once again, even if it wasn't particularly skilled music. But then the summer came and the problems with my hands stopped me from playing. I've made periodic attempts at playing since then, but it's rare that I can manage more than a couple songs, even on my good days.
Losing my ability to create music was very difficult. So many of my emotions are reflected in music. On a really bad day I could play "Moonlight Sonata" and get out my grumpy feelings. On a happy day I could play "Pachebel's cannon" and revel in my happiness. For a long time I just dropped music, disgusted my inability to produce any and thinking that I could no longer enjoy it like I used to. I felt depressed even by listening to others expressing themselves through their art. Until one day about 6 months ago when I was listening to Les Miserables "I dreamed a dream," a song I've heard a million times, but still managed to make me cry that day. It made me realize that music still had the ability to effect my emotions, even if I wasn't playing it. Since then I have used other people's music to affect my moods. When I'm feeling weighed down by my illness and my inability to control it, I listen to something light and airy. When I'm feeling sad and need to be held, I listen to something haunting. When I'm feeling alone and burdened I listen to friendly music which eases my burdens.
I believe in the power of music therapy. I'm not sold on it improving my physical health significantly, but I absolutely think it improves mental health. Music therapy has been shown to distract people from pain, raise seratonin levels, and reduce stress hormones like cortisol.* Additionally,
In managing chronic pain music therapy sensory stimulation that evokes a response in the patient. When the body encounters something painful — you step on a tack, for instance — electrochemical signals travel from the site of the injury to the spinal cord and on to the brain. There, several brain regions work together to process pain signals — ultimately resulting in the conscious experience of, “Ow, that hurts!” In contrast, brain scans reveal that listening to pleasing music increases activity in parts of the brain's reward center. “Pleasant music triggers the release of the brain chemical dopamine,” explains Robert Zatorre, of McGill University, who studies emotion and music. This change “is strongly associated with other rewarding and motivating stimuli, such as food, sex, and certain addictive drugs,” Zatorre adds. Scientists believe that music’s ability to make you feel good may be one way it helps to alleviate pain.*
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* Source brainfacts.org