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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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there is a bed in the room

the walls are white

a window on one side

that doesn’t open

a night table

a desk

a chair

a cupboard with

magnetic coat hangers

light coloured

fake wooden furniture

a bedside lamp

a set of sockets

a set of switches

light switches

a nurse call button

the carpet is grey

a light coloured curtain

sections off the room

no door

my shoes are

on the floor

my head rests

on the pillow

i see myself

can’t feel myself

how did i

end up

in here

again

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💜 @Former-Member ..... hearing you.

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@Silenus...wow...that was powerful and profound first post there. So true (Remember, remember, the fifth of November.. 😉)

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Dilapidate

Patchwork pieces

fall off the roof,

sifting through the ceiling,

a rust snow.

Behind the door

a creature awake

watching shadows grow

and loom and decline.

Through a widening hole

in the floor flows the cold

of Unknown;

the numbness will pass

and resolve turn to stone.

Wallpaper war

against the brightening

of halflight; pulling away

with a smearing of leaves,

debris trail

phosphorescing in the

atmosphere,

separation of

foliage

soil

air.

Crouched on decaying carpet

scrying the night alone,

patchwork heaven

a puzzlemaze of blues

eyes turn,

at last to the horizon.

Somehow the walls...

they hold...

they're old and shunning

of themselves

sensing the lap of waves outside,

an alien era

drawn in on a new tide.

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around midnight

a spiral opening

before my bedtime

the pumpkin hour

four verses of four

i undertake

to pass the time

the clock dictates

dark spiral

a magic light

sorrow's tears

wash clean the night

silly poem

so superficial

deep's how i feel

it won't be spoken

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Fear is something I dread

i have this huge regret

fear is like holding a sharp item

in my hands and not knowing

whst to do with it

I'm scared so much of fear

its dark and creepy where I am

im scared of failure

I can't fix things

fear is taking over my life

it's consuming my everyday

its holding me back

from a life I could have had

it's too late fear has won

I'll never get back what I've lost

fear is my life right now

I'm stuck with fear

fear of failure

fear of my illness

fear of love

fear of the future

fear of me 😥

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I'm unsure of what I should be working toward each morning, each afternoon and each evening...

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Abandoned yet again

rejected I can hear

let her go do they say

if only I did better

With heavy heart I cry

its hard to understand why

its a kick in the guts

and you fall on the ground

why can’t you believe me

why can’t you just love me

ive don’t know what I’ve done

but you left me

you abandoned me when I needed you

you rejected me when I crued

you ignored me when I sobbed

you left me when I walked out

it hurts me, my heart and my soul

it hurts every part of my body

to not be validated seen or heard

its a cut to your heart

and I’ll never ever be the same again

yiuve taken away my life my childhood

yiyve taken me away

my little girl who is so lost

and now she’s an adult is so lost even more

absndonded rejected thrown out left out ignored invalidated - it all hurts 😥

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@BlueBay 💕💕💕💕

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Thank you @Maggie xxoo

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