Music and entertainment staves off depression
Have you ever sat in a room alone with only your dark, secretive and lonely thoughts to comfort you? I have. I can remember my hermit days. The days when I had just given up alcohol and my friends were nowhere to be seen. They didn’t care. We didn’t have anything in common anymore. And their fight to win me back over had failed. So I was boring now. I’d often be left alone in my own house after work with only myself to talk to. And when those thoughts start to come. The thoughts that told me I was useless. That I was worthless and no-one cared for my sad and pathetic excuse for a life. I was alone.
This is when I truly started to listen to music. I was at the beginning of my journey and I needed some respite from the lonely and hurtful thoughts. Work was great, it was a distraction. Yet there were times when I was at home and there was only me to contend with. Sometimes I could be my own worst enemy. That’s when I truly started to let music into my soul. Imagine music as a soothing wave that flows into the room and surrounds my body. Then encapsulates me and lifts me up into a higher sense of being. This is what music was to me at the time. It was uplifting, empowering, dominating. I felt in control.
Back in 2007, I had a computer for that, with a couple of little speakers. It did the trick, but I wish there was something like Mass Fidelity available. For those that don’t know, Mass Fidelity is a little core speaker system that sits in a room and it sounds as if the music is coming from all around you. I can just imagine it now. Sitting in my room with nothing on but the music pumping away. Surrounded by those all familiar upbeat tones! I’m a lover of all kinds of music. To say that my music taste bordered on eclectic would be an understatement. I enjoy a good Beethoven, yet on the other hand, I also enjoy a thumping DJ Tiesto or a hardcore Eminem.
It’s not just music that’s good for depression. When I found myself alone for a lot of the time and going stir crazy mad. It tends to happen every time I try and make a life change. Some people flit in and out of my life as our interests grow further apart. This was the first time. I lost almost all of my friends apart from the people that had been with me since I was a young lad. It was hard. Mark, my friend introduced me to Buffy the Vampire Slayer and a plethora of other mind-numbingly unintellectual Television programmes. I had it hard because I didn’t have anything like Amazon Video, or Netflix, or anything video related on the web. I don’t even think my web connection would handle it.
But I so wish it was there. It would have helped the hours of boredom at night with only myself to argue with. Don’t get me wrong there’s no way I’m blaming anyone for the situation that I was in but myself. But a man has to heal. Those days in my little hermitage were probably the best days for me. Because I taught myself the true importance of being happy with my own company. If I hadn’t have done that there’s no way I would have been able to work alone, or have the Oomph to build this blog. I sit here occasionally at 3am writing posts and churning out content; whereas had I not sat there with my own thoughts and my own self to play with I would probably still feel more comfortable in the company of others. Whereas now I have learned to moderate both. My alone time, and time with others.
If you’re reading this and you’re alone. Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you shouldn’t be watching a little bit of rubbish on the TV, or listening to music. Or even doing something you have a bigger passion for. It’s those moments of alone times that we have with ourselves that truly help us learn to live with ourselves.
Hope that helps 🙂