Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to play the violin. She was very talented, even earning herself a free pass to college through her instrument. Drawing beautiful music out of those four strings with her bow brought a sense of beauty, accomplishment, and peace.
Then that girl went a little crazy, and the violin sat buried under a pile of forgotten things at the back of the closet. A lot of time went by where the girl was sad, lonely, and angry. She couldn't find anything that would make her happy. She tried medication, faith, and therapy among other things. Relief was fleeting and the sadness would return.
The girl, in her desperate attempts to find some joy that was lost, dusted off that old violin and played. For hours and hours she made beautiful music, her muscles and fingers remembering exactly what they were supposed to do. The girl was happy.
*** Update ***
The girl is still seeing a psychiatrist and taking drugs, so music doesn't fix everything every time. It just soothes the soul when the soul is ready for it.
