Here's the thing...
It’s my personal opinion that music should be considered the sixth love language. Truly. I believe that the simple act of sharing music with another person is a way of showing love. You’re communicating to this person that you were thinking about them, either because you thought that they’d like the song or artist, or that the song made you think about them. Either way, if you’re lucky enough to find another person (romantic or platonic) who values this type of shared experience like you do, it’s a brilliant connection. Music has the power to move you out of a bad mood, to keep your good mood elevated, to help make household chores enjoyable, so on and so forth. Music is healing. Music is a gift.
One of my grandmother’s made an offhanded comment to me once when I was young, she said, “I know I’m in a good mood when I start singing”. For a long time I didn’t really understand the gravity of that statement. Now as an adult with stellar bouts of depression, I whole heartily agree with my grandmother. It’s almost a subconscious signal to my brain that we’re coming out of the fog, the moment I start bopping along to a song, and it honestly helps speed up the process. Music is healing. Music is a gift.