Please don’t stop the music
If you were singing along to the Rihanna's song, please continue. I won’t stop you. Sometimes you just gotta sing. Or dance. I won't judge if you try twerking.
This post is about healing. And for some music does just that.
Demons, voices, bad thoughts. We can get in our heads sometimes and it’s not pretty. We put that smile on our faces, but it doesn’t reach our eyes. The eyes are everything. They truly are the windows to the soul. Sometimes those demons take control.
Every day, 22 Veterans commit suicide. I know those facts because I am a Veteran. It hits home every time. Not just the suicide, but the ones that go off to battle and never return home. Anytime I see or hear about a military funeral, I can’t help but get tears in my eyes.
That is why I turn to music. I have talked about this before. Music soothes the savage beast. We hear songs and we are like that’s my spirit song. I listened to Rachel Platten’s “Fight Song” and I was like “YESSSSSSS, girl!” For others it could be Metallica’s Enter Sandman.” It could be Justin Timberlake's "Can't stop the feeling." Or Britney's "Everytime." It could be 1940's jazz music. Whatever your taste is, it's yours. Music binds people together. When you go to a concert, you are meeting people that share your like in music. Kindred spirits. Couples choose their wedding song. The one that they will dance to, to show their love to others and not just through vows. That one song that is all them and shows their personality. Music is a way to show who you are, and when you find “your song” everything clicks and the world falls into place.
Why am I talking about this, you ask? Music helps me think. It helps me focus. I find bands that their music speaks to me. It soothes my soul. It lights my fire. I can get lost in time and cleanse my soul. Almost sounds like church. I have demons, most veterans do. I have almost succumbed to them. But I didn’t. And that was due to music and my loved ones. Oh, and my cats. Linkin Park is my go to band. And in my world, I have suffered a loss.
Chester Bennington suffered from demons. He at one time felt like he was drowning. Most of the time the songs the band writes were therapy for themselves as well as fans. Heavy was written just as that, therapy. He suffered from addiction. Some people can relate. And he let it get the best of him and he ended his life. It’s a tragedy, no matter who it is.
This is the band that I feel like I can actually hear the words and they are talking to me. I see the melody and I let it fill me. His words have healed me many times.
Just know that no matter who you are, or where you are, you always have someone to talk to. Never be afraid to ask for help. Find your song. The one that makes you feel, the one that pumps you up, the one that fills your soul, the one that soothes you, and the one that lets you know there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Trust me when I say, I crossed that tunnel and it’s wonderful. And I will continue writing and inspiring. I dance to my own drum. I will continue to sing in my car at the top of my lungs, whether it’s Linkin Park or Disney tunes. Don’t judge, you know if you hear “Let it go” you sing along, too. Belt it out and let the world hear you “Roar.”