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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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Thankyou @Ralph . Well worth reading.

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@Silenus hey good morning, hope the bushfires settled your place. You are a great writer ,meaningful ,insightful and kind. I am a bit anxious this morning. Hope it settled soon. Take care.

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I’m locked inside a prison

With no crime that is my own

I’ve done the things that SHOULD breakthrough

And feeling more alone

It seems my prisons everywhere I go

I need no lock and key

The chains are tightly wrapped around

The shadow that was me

What is there to freedom

When the chains still bind my mind

What is there to reason

When non near can be found

People everywhere I go

My pain I dare no show

How did I find this place

Where lost and lonely go

Though I’d run far from this place

There’s nowhere I can see

My pain will only follow

To this prison inside me

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That knocked my socks off that poem.

I rarely use Sane and I am computer or what I use, phone, semi litterate,

I fumble in the dark.

Lost all my left frontal lobe 20 years ago, was a big farmer then, now a small farmer.

I do what I do, sit in the car in the Woolworth’s car park for 4 hours.

MADNESS

madness climbs it’s

ugly ladder,

sadness crawls it,

depression grabs it,

do I want its

ravages of rage.

@Maggie

We sing from the same side of the car park

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We do @Ralph 💜💙💜👋👋👋

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No more nights

No more pain

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Hi @Former-Member


You've posted in Writing as Form of Therapy so I'm not sure if your post indicates your current frame of mind or if it is a creative expression of feelings/thoughts that are familiar to you from the past? I might just send you an email to connect with you that way and check that you're ok.

Take care


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Walking in the dark

mind set

a teenager

Sitting at the pool

mind set

a woman

millions of thoughts

to end my life

many years

will they ever

go away

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This Little Girl 👧

The shadows are here

the pain has not gone

let's hide she says

no one can see you

she hides under her chair

so no one can see

for she is hurt and no one believes

why can't they see

the pain is huge

tbe pain is there

for this little girl

just wants to be me

she's scared she's nine

who does she tell

theres no one at all

Everything's bare

she's screaming and crying

she wants a big hug

but no ones around

so she cries even more

they use her and abuse her

she's only a little girl

how could they she says

and then goes for more

she has no memories of happy times

it's been ripped away by those crimes

yet she still goes on

but wonders why

this little girl is lost

she has lost everything

let's hope one day

she finds her path again

this little girl now is 54

but there's part of her still

not sure what she's looking for

is it happiness, love, letting go

shes just not sure

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