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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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Have you ever lost your mind, only to regret finding it again?

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@Silenus- nice to see you around

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Hiya @Sans911 🙂

Nice to haunt these halls...

Waves cheerily at @Faith-and-Hope 🙂

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Hi @Silenus, happy new year to you too!

How are you going these days (aside from time travelling in this perpetual bubble of nowness)?

Good to see you, as always.

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Hugs @Mazarita !

Will report status when my thoughts are gathered enough. In the meantime, a poem...

How To Look
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Expect the worst,
Just to slake cynic's thirst;
To always see the bad even in the good,
A self-defence mechanism gone wrong and misunderstood;
This is the nature of life in the dark,
Where years of bites lead to fear of the bark:
A mind full of demons and obsessive thoughts,
Of moral aughts and contrived noughts;
Reality is pliable and slave to the senses and mind,
Focusing on one and not the other reduces what you find.

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Hugs back, @Silenus!

I love your latest poem. Great language as usual, and I relate to being troubled by my own cynicism, pessimism, darkness of mind. Luckily it's not all of me, but it does get me into trouble. I'm guessing that, if you are still working where you were, it may be an environment to stoke cynicism's fires. That's the big challenge, isn't it? Holding onto our mind and senses, when surrounded by things that do not inspire this. Not something I've managed at all well in my life. I admire your fortitude.

Of course, I may be off track with these impressions, in which case, feel free to set me straight.

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Legoland

My life was Legoland
All was in my hand

The past came by
And I thought I try
But the storm hit
And Legoland was lit

Now I sit here and see
The pieces around me
Some broken and lost
It came at high cost

I lost Legoland
Nothing at hand

Legoland over and gone
Legoland, nightmare become
Legoland full of broken bones
Legoland full of cracked stones

Deceived by my family
Deceived by my friends
Legoland for eternity
This is not the right end

I pick up the pieces
One by one
I look at the pieces
One by one

Legoland, Legoland
What should I do
Emptiness in my hand
And I wonder who

Who is my friend
That will see the end
Who is my family
There’s no eternity

Legoland, legoland
I pick up the pieces
Legoland, legoland
I start up again

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@Former-Member - wow... amazing poem. Such profoundly powerful imagery.

I feel your pain. The endless demolition and rebuilding that is life...

Thank you for sharing. Hugs and happy vibes beaming to you... 🙂

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Hi @Mazarita 🙂

Cynicism, negativity, and dark brooding thoughts,
Lost is the skin if all we see are warts;
Fear and hate stop us from ever being free,
So we must find other ways for us to see.

Hahaha... not my finest work, but hey... spur of the moment...

I spent a few decades being trapped by negativity. It stopped me from exploring all that I can be. Time lost to negativity, yes, but valuable lessons learned.

I have stopped taking the world seriously. I don't watch or read news. But I don't bury my head in the sand either.

Boundaries. That's what it's about.

There is an invisible field around me. It is an intellectual construct, but every bit as real as the real of the Really Real. It is my sphere of control, if you will.

Everything within my sphere of control is able to be partially or fully controlled by me. Everything outside my sphere of control is beyond my abilities to influence, and so it ceases to be a source of fear, hate or other negative emotion.

It is merely "what is", and it exists unaltered whether I worry myself into anxiety and depression or not.

I choose a different path. I focus on what I can influence in my life. The rest is for all the clever people in the world, who all seem to know what is best for others without ever knowing them. That is the basis of our human societies. I withdraw from it as much as possible, without donning the hermit's flaxen robe...

Boundaries. Can I change it? Nuh. Ah well. Can I change it? Yup. Will it be a change for the better? Yup. Then change...

This has been another Silenus ramble... hahaha... 🙂

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My latest poem, good people. I hope you enjoy it. I wrote it as a reminder that there is always joy and beauty in the world, no matter how obscured it is by darkness and pain. Sometimes, we need reminding of this life-saving truth...

~~~~~~~ ♤♧♢♡ ~~~~~~~

Christ
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The view from up here is astounding,
It could be the hill of Megiddo;
I see the soldiers milling or lounging below;
The blood-thirsty ones look on,
The others' eyes are cast to the ground.

With this forced posture, I embrace the world;
Accepting all that is good, all that is bad,
All that exists under the life-giving sun,
All that skulks and crawls in the shadows,
All.

Pain is a passing thing,
As passing as the days that measure our lives;
Sometimes it comes to steal away all life's joy,
And yet it must this day leave empty-handed,
For I was born unto joy, and effortlessly hold it in my heart.

None of us know what we do,
Despite what others tell you;
Best to embrace the world,
Each moment awakening
To everlasting joy.
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