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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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@BlueBay So sorry to read this. So very painful for you and your family. Sending these 💕💜💕💜💕 and lots of kind thoughts your way.

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Thanks @Maggie xxoo

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Hang in there @eudemonism , hopefully things clear up soon.

@BlueBay, sorry for your loss and that today is diffucult for you.

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Thank you @Gazza75 xx

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you say you know what im going through

that you have been there too

but im here to tell you that your experience wasnt even close

we may have been put through the same sufferings

but we suffered it in different ways

you dont know how much it hurts that i can be open and free

i want to be able to tell you my pain

what its like for me to make it through each day

but you just dont listen

you keep telling me im wrong

i never get to finish because you thought i was done

you have know idea what its like to worry each day

are you going to be present or drifting away

trying to remember things

taking responsibility for actions that i dont remember putting in play

you keep telling me its normal

but heres the thing

your not a professional and they disagree

something is wrong with me

but you just dont want to see

people tell me i do things

but they dont ring a bell

ive lost whole days but you still think im well

maybe i just hid it to well

afraid of you would say if you knew otherwise

but ive suffered so long

i cant take you ignorance no more

please just look at the real me

im not hiding no more

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I feel so sad,now the Money was paid. No joy at the celebration. Mother getting more frail. I am more lonely. No more closer to peace. No one to blame. No comfort in my bed. Darkness somehow soothing. Someone to be grateful to. I am still alive.

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So messed up. Long darkness sufferings. Sure of eventual fall. No place safe to rest.

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My chest aching, my head swimming, no relief from resting, can’t get moving, try to stay steady, hope it gets better.

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I was always in a hurry. Never enough time to catch up with my peers. I was always lagging behind. Changed from one city to the other, then another. Took years to catch up. Then the storm came attacking my core, my room in my own house. Everything went mad. I didn't have time. Never enough doing more than twenty four hours a day every day.I didn't have time. I kept running. I kept doing twenty things all at once. Now I have time. Life is late. I hurried through. I saw my peers. I didn't seem to be too late or behind. I skipped raising kids. Then I had children in my life closely. I learnt a lot about life. I acquired skills to help. I am not lagging behind. I am on time. Now I can properly think, where I want to go from here.

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Life is full of hardship

life is full of stress

irs not easy when you struggle

if only it was different

so what do I do

don’t know my life anymore

sm so confused

so messed up

mixed emotions running around

in my head

beating them all up

my life is like a huge washing machine

tumbling and turning wringing and turning spinning round and round

the cycle keeps going

I should know by now what I want in my life

but I really don’t

I’m confused I’m emotional I’m angry

the anger is so intense I want to self harm

the anger is chaotic

it’s revenge I want

I want to hurt those people

the ones that hurt me

i really want to hurt someone

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