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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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Silence

Silence back then
Silence now

Silence

It broke my heart then
It breaks my heart now

Silence

Stay silent
Stay silent

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@Kirin wrote:
Good on you @Silenus

Isn't that the grand plan? Fool the rest!?

5 months into unemployment and nearly 2 years into part time employment I don't think I'll ever get to where I was, nor do I want to. My goal posts have changed.

Hey @Former-Member... 🙂

Yeah, it sure is the grand plan...

I've spent about the past 5 years being chronically under-employed or totally unemployed, the vast majority of it on my own coin because I couldn't handle the Centrelink hoops - they were very triggering to me.

Truth be told, I don't think that I will ever get back to where I was either, and I don't think that is a bad thing. I spent 20-odd years ignorantly repeating the wash and rinse cycle of hypomania for 1 to 2 years, then a breathtaking dive into depression for at least 6 months... not the sort of thing that I ever want to be a party to again.

It really sux that I will never be as "capable" as I was back then, but I guess in the grand scheme of things, all I have really done is to smooth out some of the peaks and troughs of my mood and energy cycles. It's tough going, but I think that it is for the best.

I really struggled at work today. I was this close [holds fingers very close together] to doing a runner. I spent about half an hour in the toilets at work, having a quiet semi-panic attack. I don't think that anyone who hasn't experienced this sort of thing will ever understand how difficult it is to do what "normal" people take for granted - being able to achieve ordinary things in ordinary ways without falling apart and needing every fibre of your being to put yourself back together again...

Sigh...

One more day to finish the week. This stuff is killing me, softly or otherwise...

I don't think that I will ever be able to do full time work for extended periods again (i.e. longer than about 6 months of white-knuckle-gripping it). I don't see that as a weakness, as such. Alas, society doesn't agree with me...

Sending hugs and happy vibes beaming your way.

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Hahaha... cheers Maz @Mazarita... yeah, I loved that Mick and Keef dream. Tell you what - their mansion was sweeeeet... a very impressive dream, as far as the imaginary senses went. Lush and detailed.

I love dreams. I once spent about 3 years without having a dream that I could remember. It was terrible. I'm glad that I am back to dreaming semi-regularly again.

Sending lots of hugs and happy vibes your way. 🙂

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Poem - It's All the Rage

One of the worst things about my bipolar is this - my burning inner anger, my turmoil of inner rage. I much prefer peace and quiet and gentle emotions, and a path somewhat philosophical and at peace. Rarely does my bipolar let me have my way...

Trying to control or at least survive the fiery emotional heights and icy emotionless depths... that is something that people who haven't experienced it will ever understand. It is a hell of our own making. Often, we are our own very worst enemies...

This poem deals with that - too much emotion for this frail body to contain...

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It's All the Rage

This is the anger that courses and coruscates through every fibre of my being,
Fired and fuelled by the raw emotional tempest of bipolar,
Breathtakingly beyond the power of most people to even comprehend;
Do I break or do I bend?
Do I go supernova instead of just solar?
Do I fight it instead of agreeing?

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Seven
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Seven years in my bed, hiding under leaden sheets,
Seven years in my head, suckling at depression's teats;
Seven bridges crashed and burned as emotions had their way,
Seven ways to kick myself with frozen feet of clay;
Seven days in a week, a weakling without strength,
Seven endless torments, lost without length;
Seven times I strayed from the path that led to heaven,
Seven times I thought to think of the number seven;
Damn, I can't even count the ways I lost my way...

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I sincerely think i have no emotions. I sincerely do not know where they have gone. Perhaps they are behind the mask. Perhaps they have taken a walk down the dark path. I seek no more then peace of mind and a little happiness. What i need is right in front me. And what i want has become a prison.

I would be lying if i said. I did not suffer from addiction. Addiction to self loathing with myself. About the inflections. Reality has cruelly placed upon me. A cat in my lap. And a dog at the door. And all i want is to overcome my self inflicted method of self loathing. So i can walk out the door and seek more.

If life were a test. I would say i have failed. Although it is actually more like. A game of determination which causes only tribulation. Which not even the rain. Can wash away. I have had several tastes of loving intoxication. And it is the only reward. From this cruel game. Yet the sun. Still shines on me.

Blessed with the ability to endure. Blessed with perseverance also. The tribulation. Has not overcome me. But merely turned my heart into a stone. And turned me into what i can only describe. As a medicated drone. Oh the joys. Of being mentally ill. Have not once allowed me to feel.

A sickening feeling of betrayal. Lives within. The heart of the medicated drone. Always knowing when to hide, retreat and admit his defeat. It is his best weapon against the cruel reality. Of torturous thoughts which maliciously attack him from within his own mind. No words like hers ease the pain more.

A prayer to the powers of the universe. To leave him be in peace. Is said bye his inner voice. During the vicious storms of self betrayal. So he can know the feelings of self loathing. Once again. His search for rescue. Has only found a never ending maze. But he does indeed. Enjoy spending his days. Searching in vein. A weary traveller comes to his door. Every once and a while. But only few come back for more.

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Just stopping by to say hi @Silenus @eudemonism ......

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hello @Mazarita

I too have always had a great love for Mick Jagger and the other rolling stones

I loved everything about Mick that the world hated....funny about that

He also shares my birthday...not my age though

Sir Mick is living proof that you can be intelligent, make a difference, whilst being so different

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@eudemonism

good to see you writing your thoughts on here

a step forward to releasing yourself from the heavy chains that hold you back within your self made prison

self-loathing is our biggest enemy and yet ask anyone with a mental illness and they will all tell you that they have been in that dark, dank place

I hope that knowing that you are not alone might bring you some peace

you are here and that takes determination, perseverance and great strength

keep on writing wherever on these forums

you are giving to others...helping carers who have no answers..understanding of how bad it feels...that there is a real person underneath those heavy symptoms...always remember the person...look past the symptoms...reach out to the person

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@Silenus

Lovely to see you back and read your writings

You probably dont remember me we crossed paths on here novemberish last year

I found that I connected with your thinking and enjoyed reading your thoughts

apologies for crashing onto your thread and responding to others, not yourself....very rude of me...although in the process of practising not putting myself down.....I replied spontaneously to two replies on your thread....apologies..just in case??

as before your writing helps others

thank you

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