Monthly Archives: November 2012
A person that is referred to by a label like: schizophrenia, depression or bi-polar is seen as a set of symptoms explained by a certain psychological category. Not only is this demeaning but it is rude to see a person without the light of their characteristics and human qualities that have been forming and transforming since birth and maybe even before birth.
I referred to my label as the ‘s’ word for the longest time. (From Wikipedia – Schizophrenia is a mental disorder characterized by a breakdown of thought processes and by poor emotional responsiveness. Common symptoms include auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking, and it is accompanied by significant social or occupational dysfunction.) This definition scares me and leads me to have more symptoms just be reading the darn thing, no wonder I called it the ‘S’ word.
I tried to talk to people about the possibility that their could be some positivity, imagination and worth – in the schizophrenia I dealt with. This made me feel good. Some people were curious and interested. It was neat to tell people a bit about the different communications with nature, God and loved ones that aren’t physically here anymore. But due to some of the misunderstanding of symptoms and more than that the enormous amount of symptoms I feel at times it is not always positive. With the people who’s help I have reached out for lately, I have used the word schizophrenia more freely. I was hoping it would help me: come to terms with symptoms, lessen the amount of hearing unknown energies and relate better to others dealing with mental illness. Read the rest of this entry
Views From A Guitar Playing Music Writer and ADHD Sufferer
Music may well be among the first of my memories. I have a vivid recollection of sitting in a booth in a restaurant in the early sixties. I would have been less than four years old, but I remember that there was one of those table-top jukebox selectors on our table. My mother stuck a nickle into the slot (yes, a nickle, it was the sixties and a dime would buy a gallon of gas back then) and played The Singing Nuns 1963 hit, “Dominique.” What I learned that day in seeing my mother smile as she listened to her new favourite was that if I could make music I could please my mother. My life has been a quest, in one way or another, to please my mother. And so I’ve made music a large, though largely unprofessional, part of my life. It brings me the same happiness it brought her. But how? Read the rest of this entry
If music hath charms to sooth the savage breast, play on. Although that’s a bit of a mix … what we mean is that music is such a universal in our world that many great words have been penned in its praise.
Every culture we know has developed music in some form or another and there must be a reason for its global acceptance. From the moods of Beethoven to the wildly expressive Janice Joplin, from its early percussive beginnings to current electronic generation, music has been dressing for many emotional wounds, has salved many a desparate soul. Listening, creating and performing music are all effective in returning us to our belief in valuing humanity and refortifying our inner reserves.