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Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Hi all,

I have found throughout the course of my life that writing has been a constant companion to me. It has provided me with a way to vent my frustrations, to grapple with the eternal verities of life that confound and delight me, to explore ideas and concepts, and to try to put into words the often chaotic moods and thoughts that result from having a mind that's a little bit odd...

I have written lots of poems, especially in the last 3 or 4 years, dealing with depression and bipolar. They help me to process and understand some of the things that are happening in this twisted little noodle of mine. As such, writing has become one of my main forms of therapy.

One of the best things that I find about writing is that it can act as a kind of mood diary. I can read things that I had previously written, and it will quite often map out where I was at during the time of writing. The words I spread across the page act as signposts of my progress, too. As my self knowledge increases and my life journey progresses, I find that it affects how I write and what I write...

Often, we do not see the thousands of tiny little changes to our selves that our life experiences cause over the years. It can be very helpful to re-read old writings, in order to see how far we have come, what we have improved, where we have fallen back into old harmful habits, and the things that we have learned.

The language that we use in our writings and in our thoughts and in our speech is very important. It can reveal a lot about our selves, our states of mind, and our moods...

That language, it can become a self-fulfilling prophecy. I believe that we attract certain kinds of people around us, and create (or at least influence) life situations based on our choice of language. It helps define who we are as a person.

Negative thinking, self-deprecation, self-hatred, these sorts of dangerous life traps are often revealed in our choice of words. So too are the positive things. It all starts with a glass. How we describe the glass and the quantity and quality of its contents, that's where language comes into it, and it can shape our very lives and the lives of those around us.

Writing... it is my solace and my main tool of self-analysis. It is my favourite form of therapy...

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Poem - The Limit of Fear

Another poem... dunno if it works or not... just experimenting with repeating patterns...

The Limit of Fear

Do you fear change,
Not doing things, or doing things you normally wouldn't,
Fear stopping you from being you?

Do you limit your range,
Not reaching beyond all the things you think you couldn't,
Limit stopping you doing what you do?

Do not fear,
Do not limit,
Change the range,
Challenge the wouldn't and couldn't,
Do what you need to be you.

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Short Story - A Different Place

Hi all,

I wrote this short 500-word story as my homework piece in April for the writers group that I have joined. The only instruction for the piece was that it had to be written about 'A Different Place'.

I really enjoyed writing it, and am quite happy with it. I hope that you fine peeps enjoy it too. Hugs and happy vibes beaming your way. 🙂

A Different Place

Blinking is okay, but every time I properly close my eyes and open them again, I find myself in a different place. Like for real. Actually transported, teleported elsewhere, usually far far away from where I was before.

It's a terrible curse. I kissed my wife... I closed my eyes to enjoy the kiss... I never saw her again.

Half the time, when I open my eyes, I find myself dumped in the ocean. Adrift and lost at sea, I have no alternative but to close my eyes and open them again, to gaze upon what new destination greets my soggy self.

My life has been stolen from me. My family and friends are lost to me. I have no hope of ever doing normal things like holding down a job. All that I have are the clothes on my back.

I forage for food and drink when I can. Often, I am forced to beg or steal in order to survive.

They say that travel broadens the mind. If that is true, then I have the broadest brain that ever was. I have been to every country on Earth, without even a single passport stamp. At least I never have to queue at airports.

At first I wondered how this was happening. Then I wondered why it was happening to me. As my new nomadic lifestyle stretched from months into years, I even wondered if plucking out my eyes would see an end to this constant travelling from place to place, but I could never bring myself to do it.

I don't wonder any more, for there are no answers to my questions. There is just a different place every time I open my eyes.

I surprised a bank robber once. Popped up out of nowhere and caught him in the act, right there in the vault. It gave him the fright of his life. I closed my eyes when he drew his gun on me, and opened them again to see myself surrounded by huddling Emperor penguins. The blasting Antarctic winds ruffled my hair. I stayed for as long as I could tolerate the cold. There was an incredible peace and rugged beauty there, so unlike anything else that I had seen.

And then, one day, my mad eye-driven journeying stopped, as mysteriously as it had started; without rhyme or reason. I opened my eyes to find myself home again.

My beloved home, so often in my dreams as I wandered the world these many years. I couldn't believe my eyes. I never wanted to shut them again. But I had to know.

Fearfully, I closed my eyes; hopefully, I opened them again. Joy of joys, there I was, still in my bedroom.

And yet something wasn't right. The room was empty. The furniture was gone. There was no sign of my wife.

I had travelled the world, dreaming of returning home, and when finally I found my way there, it turned out to be a different place.

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

wow @Silenus very powerful and such an amazing piece

great work!

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Fighting in my head - do I, don't I

yes I will, no I won't

I need to stop this fighting in my head

Borderline Personality

how can it be such a borderline personality

well i hate it completely

i hate it all, i hate this life of confusion, anger, emotions

i am fighting in my head confusion confusion and confusion

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Thanks so very much @outlander! It means a lot to me that you liked it.

As a writer, I have always written for myself. If I am happy with something I've written, then I feel that it is mission accomplished. Truth be told, though, if someone else likes something I've written, well, that's just the icing on the cake.

I have spent so much of my life writing, and mostly it has been ignored. I am still very hesitant in the writers group. My hands shake when I read out my homework piece each month... hahaha...

I guess I am entering a new phase in my writing career. I have self published two novels so far - a book of poetry and a book of philosophical musings. Both were published in 2015. I sold a grand total of 3 copies of each book, to family...

Hahaha... rather an underwhelming start to my writing career... but in all honesty, those two books WERE written just for me... they were words that I needed to get out of my head and onto the page, otherwise I would have been driven totally insane...

Now... well... now I have reached a place where I am a bit more stable. Don't get me wrong - bipolar still punches me in the beans, and I still have to work very hard to maintain my composure and manage my condition, especially as I am doing it medication-free...

I've learnt a lot in the past 6 years. In 12 days it will be the 6th anniversary of my very worst breakdown ever - the one that led to my initial depression diagnosis and then the bipolar diagnosis...

Now, I don't write because it is a compulsion (well, sometimes I do... hahaha...). I write because it is a pleasure. And I write in the hope that I can bring pleasure to other people too...

Hugs and happy vibes beaming to you. 🙂

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

oh yes @Silenus it is fantastic

good for you about the books! id love to write a book too. i ahve written short stories and many poems but no where near as good as yours!

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Sending the calming sound of ocean waves lapping distant shores, @BlueBay.

I often think the ocean has mental health issues... it can be so angry, so serene, so changeable, so eternal... blown away by its power or floating peacefully in its gentle embrace, and everything in between... that is what it is to be "gifted" with these mental health issues that we have...

Hugs, hugs... always hugs... and gentle calming vibes beaming your way... 🙂

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sending you big big hugs @BlueBay

that is yet another powerful poem

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You so should write a book @outlander!

We are so very lucky to live in a world where we can now self publish books.

I taught myself how to use a desktop publishing program, and laid it all out myself. Then I got a very good friend of mine to draw a pen drawing for the cover. I then photoshopped it to within an inch of its life. It took me months of course, because I was learning all the way...

Then I found an online print-on-demand publisher. There's a whole bunch of them, I believe. You upload a PDF file of your book and a PDF file of your cover, and as long as it's all set up right for their printers, you can order as many or as few copies as you like. Even for small print runs like 5 or 10 books, it only cost me about 6 or 7 dollars per book. And honestly, that feeling of holding a real-life book in your hand with your name on the cover... yeah... it's pretty cool...

Don't sell yourself short @outlander. I believe that each and every one of us has an amazing talent at writing. Every time you write words on a page, they are a part of you, and nobody else in the whole wide world would be able to write quite what you write... that is truly a special thing... we each have a story to tell...

If only more people would take the time to listen to or to read other people's stories... we each have so much to offer each other... we each have our individual life journeys, our own paths, but together we all walk...

Hugs and happy vibes beaming to you... 🙂

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that is amazing what you jsut wrote! @Silenus it makes perfect sense and measn quite alot to me

and yes i do agree if only some people would actually take the time out to actually take in what the writing is saying youll find there is often alot of meaning behind them.

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