More about it here.There's a burden and a weight to having depression and/or anxiety. Even the glasses on your face can feel heavy. Your sweaty shirt makes you want to lay down. Take that shit off and crawl through an air-conditioned hallway. Move in with a relative and let all your subscriptions run out. Whatever it takes. Force yourself to do the dishes every night. Force yourself to ignore your friend or call your friend or make a friend or fight your friend. Tyler and I wrote the lyrics to this song, "I Can Be Afraid Of Anything".
I started taking medication for my mental health and saw how buried in worry my everyday consciousness had been. Getting help is the best thing a person can do for oneself. It's the feeling of waking up as an adult with joy or contentment and not hating each day just for being there to weigh you down in the morning.
Once you figure out how long you've gone and how much you've missed, you'll wonder what took you so long to seek help. But, it's only now that you have that motivation; now that you're doing better. There's nothing easy about this.
Here's a great song
Amazing - he composed a piece of music that sounds exactly like my tinnitus. Must be some kind of evil genius.John Cage - Four thirty-three
Amazing - he composed a piece of music that sounds exactly like my tinnitus. Must be some kind of evil genius.
Not at all my friend! I took it as a very witty entry into the thread and was attempting in my clumsy way to play along. I've read about the piece and the thinking behind it before, although I've never seen it performed. I like the idea... I think it may actually be the only piece of music I could competently perform in concert myself.I hope I didn't cause any offence with this post?
Most of mine also. As a long time music enthusiast, the experience is just not the same anymore. I can still follow and enjoy a tune, but the sense of immersion and transcendence is gone. Quite a big loss, unfortunately.Even though I know the theory I still am, for now, defeated and one of my favourite art works is ruined.
Reminds me of another rather sentimental song by the band 'Lost in the Trees' who I posted a few days ago which pulls a nice trick in these lines:we must travel through time to listen.
This hurts my ears, are there any crackers to go with the cheese?