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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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Tiny body, tiny face

Tiny person graced my place

Arms were open, arms embraced

We didn’t know the pain you faced

Though long ago I saw you smile

It only lasted for a while

I see you often in my mind

And hope its peace of mind you’ve found

If a feeling warm and kind

Often passes through you mind

For I often wish to you

Softest moments pure and true

In my heart you’ll always be

You became a part of me.💜💜

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My mi is like my misophonia. They preach about eating with your mouth shut. So they don't have to listen to it. Because it gets to them.

But they will deliberately do it when they know it annoys you and they'll do it because it makes you look crazy and discredits you as being normal and sane. When you crack it at them .

Fair aye?

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And it came again, thoughts thrown in distortions, legs can’t stop, feeling utter helpless and profound distress. Nothing helps. On and on for hours. Then slowly switched to normal. Still fear the return of no control, despair. Then I can’t get rid of the pains inside, of life long entanglement, with the man who was called my father. He pushes inside my psyche, overly involved in every of my thoughts, actions. Yea, he was obsessed with me, ‘ meaning well’, that he robbed all my opportunities to normal friendship, above all a family of my own. Then there’s nothing I can do. Born in the setting which walked to loneliness and death.

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I write a bit for my music - Cant sing thou

Today

Not like any other day

Im Tired

Im broken

Im beaten down

You Say

There is a price I pay

No Sleep

No Rest

No Time for my escape

Been down a long time

Its just a part of man kind

I need the sleep

Or ill get weak

The livings got to start with you

Been here for the long ride

Theres nowhere I can hide

Ill need to keep

Or got to seek

A better place for my mind

This time

My mind is out to find

The Answers

The Questions

The Chance to say it again

My Eyes

Have seen the darkest day

No pill

No time to fill

No More time for the answers

Been down a long time

Its just a part of man kind

I need the sleep

Or ill get weak

The livings got to start with you

Been here for the long ride

Theres no where I can hide

Ill need to keep

Or got to seek

A better place for my mind

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Welcome to the forums @Gameoverluke

I like your writing.

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Thanks @Maggie

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My heart aches

small cries of emotions

the sounds of rushing wind

like the seasons through my head

the sinking of my heart

tiredness and sadness

carry through the day

somehow it is late evening again

and I nearly survived another day

I wish you can hear my heart

the fragile tenderness within

that you were never sure

was it here that you came into my life

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Feel intense anxiety now,

Whole body tense

Chest swells to throat

Head woosy

Thoughts drowned in waves of tension

I know where it comes from

Mum used to demand high performancd

Not giving much support

Blocked by father

A fraction second slower

He will crush me on my budding breasts and under my skirt

Always live in intense threats

Always ready to run and stage fight

Since childhood to until father death

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This anxiety comes again, when feel mum demanding in a small child

Also now someone threatening coming

Mum no longer demanding

I am not under threat

Feels like going into a cocoon

Protected and in the dark, all anxiety resolve

In the dreams, something turns and in the mornings, my life again under threat

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@Meowmy ❤️❤️❤️

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