Trauma Survivor Cites the Power of Music to Save Her Life

This eloquent account describes the power of "certain songs" to keep a trauma survivor connected "to a tiny thread of life"... This moving account appeared in a blog last week. It speaks to the healing power – no, life-saving power - of music, for people crushed by posttraumatic stress. I love this woman’s writing, but when I went to find the blog again to reference it, I couldn’t find it. Hopefully it will resurface. Here is what she wrote:

For some reason, this is important to me, so that I need to write this down, or type this down. It’s from ‘Invisible Heroes - Survivors of Trauma and How They Heal'' (2006, pp.9-10) by Belleruth Naparstek. It has the best chapter on the emotional effects of trauma that I have ever read, and doubt will again. The empathy when I read this, was like a soft blanket. This bit talks about, music and its importance in healing a Vietnam Veteran. For this human, it was John Coltrane:"The music could touch the tender side of me...and the rage too. It was like being cleansed. The music was so pure and lovely, but edgy and real, it went through my body. I started to see beauty again. As long as it was playing, all the garbage that had been dumped on me was no longer part of me. It was like a spiritual enlightenment. For a long time, the only thing I could stand to do was listen to music, over and over again. Sixteen hours a day, seven days a week. That was my healing. Other things came later - a very special woman and a job at a methadone clinic. But it was the music that purged me, delivered me back to my true self. It drove the demons out and restored my humanity. Dr Coltrane found me and brought me back."I sat out in the darkness, looking at the stars for many, many months, constantly listening to the same songs. That is why. When I say, that above anything, certain songs saved my life, they actually did. I am not joking. I do not say that to be melodramatic, I say it because it’s the truth. When I had nothing to hold onto, or that would give vent to my feelings that I could not start to unravel because I couldn’t feel them, music was what was connecting me to a tiny thread of life, and by tiny, I mean miniscule. It was what brought parts of me back. Thank you. *Eyes down*