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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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Thanks @eth same 2 u

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Thsnkyou @eth hugs to you too ❤️

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wind is cold here in the mountains

sun shines tentatively through trees

soil is moist under my feet, slippery

view of amazing mountain formations

carved out of rock a long time ago

water’s falling in an even white veil

water breaks on black rocks

a dark hole in the rock formation

inviting to take a cool winter bath

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Again the Phoenix

Hi @BlueBay @oceangirl @eth and anyone else hanging around on this lovely Australian winter's day...

I hope this post finds you all well...

I wrote a poem today, for the first time in about 2 months... I would like to share it with you all. It deals with my experiences of bipolar hypomania, with that old favourite bit of imagery, the phoenix, as a big part of it...

I've been flying high for quite a while now. The particular flavour of bipolar that I have been gifted-cursed with usually manifests itself as prolonged hypomanic episodes up to a year and a half to 2 years long (with some brutal short depressions, rapid cycling and the thankfully rare mixed episodes thrown in randomly or owing to life events).

The old pattern I repeated ignorantly for nearly 30 years would then see a profound and lengthy depression set in after a rather messy and nasty crash and burn, as I over-extended myself in my professional work as an electrical engineer. There was never a shortage of projects that required long stretches of ridiculously long hours to complete, as our company's salesmen promised the world, and us poor sods on the ground had to deliver the near-impossible....

I was undiagnosed (it would be another 9 years before I got my first diagnosis of depression, followed by rediagnosis to bipolar). I saw my boundless energy and racing mind to be a great strength, and it allowed me to do things that, standing back now, I wonder were even possible...

But alas, as we know, the highs come at a cost... and the lows always follow, and they are as breathtakingly fierce as their loftier counterparts...

Crash and burn... rise from the ashes... thrive... over-reach... crash and burn...

That was the pattern that burned its way across the landscape of my life for the best part of 3 decades...

Now, I am learning that the key to managing my bipolar is to focus mostly on managing the highs, not the lows...

The higher you fly, the harder (and deeper) you fall. I can attest to that truth with the bruises on my very soul...

I've been working full time for 2 years and 3 months now, and I just received news yesterday that the contract has ended, but a new one will begin in July. So, the longest single stretch of continuous functioning in my life is about to get even longer, and I believe I owe it all to the fact that I have taken many steps to ensure I manage my hypomania before it turns into a non-functioning depression.

So far, so good...

Anyhoo, without further ado, here is my poem... thanks for reading... hugs and happy vibes beaming to you all...

Again The Phoenix

Burned by the eternal fire
Of my own funerary pyre,
On thermals rising higher,
To new heights I aspire,
Wingbeats never tire,
I'm no angel with a lyre,
And hear no heavenly choir,
Heed me I'm no liar,
My ascent will transpire,
My quill will fill this quire,
My path a drawn wire,
The heights my only sire,
The only thing I desire,
So far above the mire,
I strive before I expire
From invisible wounds so dire,
To be something I can admire.

With my brain and blood afire,
My thoughts rush all haywire,
Ascent pauses for this flyer,
For this I must inquire:

What does rising higher acquire
Beyond what I was prior?

Perhaps better to retire,
Before I become a born-again fryer,
To the inner war I call ceasefire.

As all my demons fiendishly conspire,
To drag me into the eternal hellfire
Of my self-doubting quagmire,
I stop being the amplifier,
And turn to the role of pacifier,
This fire is my purifier.

Bang!

A shot like sudden gunfire,
The thought that made my mind rewire.

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Well hello @Silenus so good to see you. As always, I absolutely love the piece you've written. And I share so much of what you said before it. The only difference being that I've been unable to work for many years. You really impress me with that.

I've written a piece about Icarus and Daedelus as a metaphor for bipolar, but haven't shared it on the forum as it's pretty long. I wrote it as an exercise for an online writing course I was doing where we had to write a modern piece about a Roman or Greek myth. Must revisit and probably rework it. You always inspire me. This year I joined the local writers centre and have done a few workshops with them. And want to get into the live reading open mic nights. The task this month is 'ekphrastic' writing - I'd never heard of it - it's writing in response to an art work. Can't say more as it might be identifiable, but I want to rise to the challenge.

Do take care and join us at the Saturday Soiree https://saneforums.org/t5/Social-Spaces/Saturday-Soiree-all-welcome/td-p/698222/page/2 if you'd like to. I started it this morning and am looking forward to hanging out with new and longer term friends. I miss you when you're not around, tho I understand that you're really busy irl. xxx Eth

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So nice to hear from you @Silenus and good news reg your job.

I love reading your poems. ❤️

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Wow, @eth ! That sounds amazing. I would love to one day read your Icarus piece... both phoenix and Icarus are common themes that pop up in the poetry I've written about my bipolar... there's just something about Icarus and his freedom and his terrible fall that speaks volumes straight to the heart of any sufferer of mental health issues, and most especially bipolar for me...

I've always stayed superficial on the Icarus symbolism... I am fascinated by your inclusion of his dear old dad... two sides to the coin... an important balance of wisdom and youthful folly...

Ekphrastic - I had never heard of it... interesting... I am sure your ekphrastic piece will be eth-tastic...

Open mic nights sounds great. Wow. Go you!

I did one a few years ago at a pub open mic night. Mostly musos, but me and a mate got up and read out our poems about our mental health issues in front of a perfectly normal pub crowd...

I still tear up a bit now, thinking of it... it was very powerful... and the punters were amazing... it started some great conversations that night, conversations that are growing in volume throughout our communities as we speak...

More power to you, @eth ... I love your work...

I've got 3 weeks down time between contracts, and I will make sure not to fill it with too much stuff... down time is good, even for the soaring phoenix... I will finish building my raised garden bed, and do it at a slow and Mindful pace...

Sigh... Silenus in the garden... I do love to get dirt under my fingernails... I may be a Viking born in the land of the Danes, but farming is just as important a part of the Danish story, as is fishing for that matter... but I digress... hahaha...

My family were farmers for as far back as I have been able to trace our family tree... I think I got back to great-great-great-great grandfather, with a guess at a possible -great further up the line, and they were nearly all farmers or fishermen...

I love the sea, and I love the earth... these elemental themes also crop up a lot as imagery in my poetry... there's salt and pepper in my veins... salt from the sea and pepper from the earth... hahaha...

I am lucky to live 15 minutes drive away from the beach, in a village girt by rolling green hills and fat happy cows...

Ooooh, I love river valley soil... it's rich and dark and loamy, but you need to mix some crusher dust or sand in with it to loosen it up a bit and get the air through it - it's a clay base, and quite heavy... but so rich in everything all the plants love!

My Lovely Partner is the most amazing cook... that old cliche of love being the secret ingredient is in fact correct... she cooks with love, and it is my honour to build a garden around her that will supply her with all of the fresh produce she could dream of...

Every crop that I establish, I can then permanently cross off the shopping list... and we will become more and more self-sufficient... food and water security is key, especially in these strange times we are enduring...

Anyhoo, enough babbling from me... always lovely to chat, @eth

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Hi @BlueBay ... thank you so much... lovely to hear from you too...

How have you been?

Hugs and happy vibes beaming your way...

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@Silenus

Not coping. Dark place st the moment. Thsnks for the hugs I really needed some. ❤️❤️

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@BlueBay... sending light and loving warmth... and some chicken soup for the soul...

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