I’ve done a bit of research in the past about dissociative symptoms, migraines, bipolar disorder, seizure disorders and pseudo seizures, some types of tinnitus, and even fibromyalgia. There are an uncanny number of similarities/links between them in some peoples’ experiences. Some (not all necessarily common to all) are as follows: Continue reading
Have you ever been so tired, feverish, or just perplexed, you couldn’t with certainty tell whether the postman at the door was real? Or, have you been extremely concerned when your wife declared that even though David Bowie is dead, she was singing the Marseillaise with him in the kitchen last night? Is there a scientific explanation for these moments? Am I just going bonkers? Is my wife ill in some way? Was it an illusion or hallucination, or in fact, reality? Continue reading
I don’t know how long it’s been exactly, but I’d say at least four years. It was back then that for me the music stopped sounding good, or at least it stopped invigorating my soul. How to really explain it, I do not know.
I was a dancer from the first days that I remember. Music was central in my life. Live jazz played in my grandparents’ music room. Classical music in the dance studio. I liked Rock and Roll the whole time, too. Really any music satisfied me, and I could dance to almost anything, even the buzzing of the street lamp, or the sound of a rope slapping the flag pole in the wind. Continue reading
OK, anyone who has read any or all of my Five-Day Music Challenge posts is going to scratch their head about this one. I’m scratching my head as I type it. Yes, this is updownflight writing this. Continue reading
At 15 years old, I experienced the first major mental breakdown of my life. I won’t go into it in detail here, but I will say that it was bad enough that my public school recommended that my parents switch me to a nearby alternative private school. I had gone through the gamut in terms of major mood fluctuation, a somewhat traumatic event. I was pressured to quit ballet after years of serious study. The love of my teenage life! Now without the rigors and routine of ballet classes I felt that I lost my identity and lost my way. Continue reading