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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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Yea I'm hearing you @Silenus

The mind is a nasty device when it wants to be. There's always the element of thinking about you who's fault is this? Or thinking that all pain and pleasure is a result of other people's actions. But yea. There's also the element of carrying our own problems and burdens. And not blaming anyone is a good trait to have. Otherwise we won't realise that we're in control of our destinies. (within reason)

I've written 21 new songs today's. The album is called from 'the day God went away'

Eude.

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smiling

concealing

sunken

feeling

alone

with

an other

human

weight

weighs

me

down

fake

make

break

wake

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I'm over life...

I remember a time. When life seemed easier. I could sleep in and I could watch a movie. And I'd enjoy my food.

But now days. It's a case of each day. Being a living nightmare and a torturous experience to get through.

Waking up suddenly. Heading straight for the kettle to make coffee. Having a smoke. And feeling really miserable.

I'm almost certain. That it's the medication they are giving me. Which is doing it to me. But none of the professionals care.

I'm tired, exhausted, fatigued, drained and run down. And I'm almost certain. It's because of the medication they giving me.

It's hard to believe that the needle they are giving me each month is helping. When life. Really ain't that great.

I dream of better days ahead. I dream of a day. When the suffering will end. But I ain't hoping that day. Is gonna come soon.

Eude.

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Just some random musings...

The bad things that happen to us in our lives, they are not us...

It is not only possible to learn how to heal yourself; it is necessary...

If we find ways to see the good things that come from the bad things, there is a new way of seeing, and bad is transformed to good by the alchemy of our minds...

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ants of ink

across a glass surface

fingerprints appear

on the brain

words of eons

flutter mothlike

screen glares

on an ancient page

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Waves in the ocean
Clouds in the sky
Look at my emotions
And see them go by

Stars in the sky
Darkness and moonlight
Emotions going by
Battling an internal fight

We’re the forgotten ones
The ones lost at sea
Wait until the morning comes
That lost one is me

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In hospital:

Sitting here all alone
Don't know where I'll go
Today is another day
But don't know what to do

Sitting here on my own
Feeling so alone scared and
Vulnerable
Is this the life I'm living

I try to sleep at night
But wake up once or twice
I don't want to go anywhere
I just want to stay here

I feel really sad today
I want to curl up and cry
I hide it and just want to be
Alone

I don't know why I'm like this

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@BlueBay ... sending you much love and support... 🙂

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Currently in a huge hypo, brought on by work and way too many kms on the road...

Bipolar...

Each time, it seems to reach a little higher, and bipolar lifts me ever closer to the sun, to burn as one with it in constant self destruction...

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What Hope And Love There Is
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What hope is there, other than the hope that
we share with ourselves?
What love is there, other than the love that we share with ourselves?
And once we have shared this hope and this love,
What wonders are there in being able to share it with others?
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