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Music Therapy: Got the Blues? Play Them

Caught in a terrible conundrum of whether I should break my diet over New York Super Fudge Chunk or Chunky Monkey at Ben & Jerry's the cheap designer handbags, I was reading the different fliers pinned to the community bulletin board inside this 200 square feet of ice-cream heaven.

One flier read, "Got the blues? Learn to play them!"

I don't know whether to blame the kids or my depression for my stupidity (the death of my brain cells in designer handbags on sale), but I had to read these seven words four times (that's 28 words) before I understood the message, which is an important one:

Music can help treat depression.

Back before my Prozac and Zoloft days, music was my sole therapy. I pounded out Rachmaninoff's cheap designer bags "Prelude to C Sharp Minor" as a way of processing my parents' hostile divorce. My hour or more a day at the upright piano in the family room of my childhood home became a sanctuary of sorts for me. I practiced scales, cadences and arpeggios until they were perfect, because rhythm -- that sweet pattern between sound and silence -- was something that I could control with the tip of designer handbags wholesale. Emotion was translated into melody as I played the ivory and ebony keys, sometimes closing my eyes.