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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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You write beautifully, @Former-Member.

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solstice blessings to all

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@Mazarita

Thst is so beautiful ❤️

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Glad you like it, @BlueBay

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Hi folks, this is what I wrote this morning in response to my illness dogging me lately..

I am struggling. Yesterday I recognised that I was officially down. I am so loath to use the word depressed because it is such a large word - being bandied about for everything and sundry, where as I just need it to describe the fact that my body is now in a mood all of it’s own and my mind must follow.

I wake up and she’s there. Stay in bed she says, nothing is good anymore. I can feel the shoulders of my mind shrug and it it so cold outside so now I have a battle on my hands. But it is early days and the first day of depression has hardly got me beat. Up, up! I whip the arse end of my horse flesh as if I am stuck in a bog and sure to drown if I am not ruthlessly firm. Once up I am an engine; put the kettle on, let the cat out, have a wee, take my tablet, stoke the fire, make the tea.

My guts are acid. I have noticed this for a while now and all I have done is have one vegetable juice. I know my guts and my mind are connected but I am so lazy I would almost rather be sick. I know this pattern. This is like my alcoholism. Drink; feel bad. Drink; feel bad. Drink; feel bad. I know how to fix this one because the folk at AA taught me.

Relinquish control. Have faith. Ask for help.

I am not a bus driver. Was I in control two nights ago when I couldn’t sleep so I put dance music on up loud in my head (which I never listen to) and danced in the dark (which I never do) and then took to painting a picture with my head torch on because overhead lighting really gives me the shits? This nutsy caper is not so bad I thought, if I only I could avoid injuries I reckon I could run all night.

Running at night is kind of special. Without a wide expanse of vision, no cars because everyone’s gone to bed and the music blaring in my ears it’s a bit like being in a float tank

...I imagine. It’s safe even though it’s a bit dangerous.

Imagine you are building a sand castle. You build it half way up the tide mark. When the tide is out you have keep running down to the sea to get water because your sand is drying out; don’t let your castle collapse! Then the tide turns, the water gets closer and that’s not so bad. But wait, here come the effing waves! Dig, dig! Divert the water! Work harder! Noooo! ...everything is broken. Disillusionment seeps in. You are sitting there, letting the waves pound you about, moving your body of it’s own free will. Slowly but surely the tide turns, the waves creep back and lo and behold; perfect castle building sand is exposed and you stare. How beautiful it is. I shall make something of that...

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Fire and ashes

Fire burns memories

memories on pages

memories on cards

Fire burns photos

photos in colour

photos in grey

Ashes are left

when the fire has burnt

ashes of memories

ashes of photos

Fire and ashes

may clean out the room

but non of the memories

and non of the photos

will ever leave the victim

Fire and ashes

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My sorrow is deep;

I bury it beneath me.

Its ghosts may rise;

I show them daylight.

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Teddy bear Teddy bear

once I dissect you

theres nothing left of you

Teddy bear Teddy bear

wish you would f* off

with all my memories

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friend

close with

out touching

and most times

a distance

still new

though minds

meet in

in the shadows

straining for

smoothness

while skin

grows older

deep understanding while

clinging to surface

lest we stop breathing

from fire in our meeting

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Silent screams

That go unheard

Words to hard to speak

So loud within the heart and soul

May sound so very weak

A tear may fall

A body slump

Weight too hard to bear

Expressed in songs and other ways

Often in a prayer

When strength is drained

All hope is gone

Too weak to even try

Yet masks remain

To hide the pain

Still clothed in endless shame

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