I love music a lot. It saves me from the horrible place I like to call reality. When I have my earphones in turned all the way up, I can't hear all the profanities thrown at me like I'm some type of baseball glove. I can't even hear myself over analyze and judge myself. Instead I am pulled into a world that could have me feeling... numb. I am a comfortable numb. I'm clueless and happy. Music may not be my cure, but it sure is my savior.
I wrote this a year ago in my notes. I was going through a lot in those times; music seemed to always be there for me when others weren't, but music did not solve my problems. I had to get up and do that on my own. I had to wake up one day and tell myself that I was beautiful. Music couldn't do that for me. Nobody could.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's okay to have an outlet, but we can't rely on those outlets to solve our problems. From my own personal experience, people use outlets to block themselves off from their problems and the world. That is NOT good at all. When I was younger I was a loner. I talked to no one, and I tried to avoid human interaction to the best of my ability. It was just me, my books, and my school work. That is not the life I wanted to live. As I grew older I met some people who widened my eyes and showed me the life I was living compared to the life I could be living. Did they make me open up my shell? No, but they sure did help me figure how to.
Do I still use music as an outlet? Duh, but I don't use it to runaway from my problems. I use it give me time to think about how to solve it and to calm down. What I'm saying here people is to use your outlet wisely.
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RandomThis is just some stuff that comes to mind, and that I write. I WANT to be a therapist whether or not I have the skill set for it up to you. So...am I good, or nah??
