I was sitting there staring at the computer screen. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I have no idea how this happened, but I stumbled upon this thing called music therapy.
And in that moment, I wished I hadn’t found it.
Don’t get me wrong, music therapy is amazing. This is where people use music as a therapeutic tool to help others heal and cope.
The late Oliver Sacks, a physician and the author of Musicophilia, knew music therapy was a legit health care approach. He said music therapy is “a tool of great power in many neurological disorders” including Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s.
This, to me, is fascinating. And that’s exactly why I, at first, regretted finding out that music therapy existed.
You see, I had been hating school ever since it started. I had Senioritis since freshman year, and I was already on my third major. And I wasn’t even sure I wanted to be a journalist (my career of choice).
So when I heard about this career path that blended my love of music with helping people, I was both stoked and let down at the same time. I was nearing the end of my college career and I didn’t want to start from scratch with a new career focus.
Dang it, I thought. I wish I knew that music therapy was a thing like four years ago. I almost wish it weren’t a real thing.
But of course, I wasn’t really wishing music therapy into non-existence. I was just annoyed it was too late for me.
Music therapy helps so many people and I’m not going to stand in its way. I want everyone who needs music therapy to have access to it. It’s one of the most intriguing and powerful types of therapy out there.
If I’m ever in a life situation that requires me to go to therapy, I want it to be music therapy.