abucktwoeighty,
"Looking back I realize I wasn’t thinking clearly and was grasping at anything to help pull me out of the depression I was in.
I now listen to that system every day for hours and hours. Every day. For hours and hours. It is my sanity"
I feel the same way. Music is one of the best ways I know of keeping those (seemingly automated) programs of periodic anxiety from dragging my mood down.
They can feel like, to quote Pink Floyd,
"There’s someone in my head but it’s not me."
At the very least I like to think it’s not the real me, cue images of the mid 70s Who...
Thanks for sharing.