Music a form of healing. When you listen to music, you feel visible, you feel heard, and you feel as though someone knows exactly how you are feeling. I have a couple pictures of him, who passed away, in my room with a candle. I stare at it, I speak to it, and I feel as though he is there with me, yet at the same time it makes me feel lonely and empty. I cannot describe the feeling that arises in my soul. This feeling makes me want to shrivel up and disappear with him, wherever his soul is. One of the reasons why I feel this way is guilt. I have this overwhelming sense of guilt. My Guilt includes not saying goodbye, my negative actions for hurting his feelings, not making him happy, not being there for him when he needed it most, not being able to take away his sadness, and especially guilt that it was him and not me.
Thus, this gives me another feeling of love. The power of loving someone and them loving you gives you courage. I know that when he was around, I gained so much courage! I had the courage to stand up for myself and courage to love deeply and chase my dreams. Now, I am left feeling powerless and guilty. Demi Lovato has another song that speaks to this feeling: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QlqZmvaKCtw
While people continue living a joyful life during this season, I continue seeing everything in a grey color. I feel as though I am standing in a huge crowd, bumping shoulders with strangers, staring the way life goes on like nothing.
Today my therapist told me something I want to share with all of you, she said, “Do not stay in that spot. Yes, you’re sad and want to listen to sad music but don’t. Listen to happy music that will make you feel empowered because the more you make that part of your daily life, the more depressed you become. Start talking to people and tell them how you feel, tell them why you are avoiding them.”
I am proud to say that I came to see a friend I had been avoiding and I apologized for ignoring them, for not answering their text messages. I told them I just don’t want to talk about it because talking about it makes it real. When I go home, I see his picture, and I don’t want to cry anymore. My soul feels lost and numb. I am exhausted. My body is exhausted.
















