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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 Hugs for little 9. Hugs for little 54. 💛💛💙💙

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Thanks so much @Maggie xxoo

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Come on End

Come on end, I've played this game life

I'm playing it still,

but I've been there, I've done that

I'm ready for a new thrill

I've ridden life’s ride

up & down

round & round

it hurts every time it throws you back on the ground

I have this feeling, something else

There's something different

something new, feeling more real

Something not so apparent

I think it could be better

If I’m wrong I still have to change

This ride will always finish

It’s all a part of the game

The End

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@Maggie... as a writer, I am rarely lost for words...

But that poem! Wow!

Sooooooo relatable... and beautifully written.

For decades, I looked for ever more creative ways to run and hide from my pain, for ever more helping-in-the-short-term-but-harming-in-the-long-term coping mechanisms, for substances that for a time would numb the pain...

And at the end of it all, no matter how far I ran, I was where I had always been... right there, with my self, by myself, facing myself in the mirror...

Healing starts to happen when you actually look in the mirror... I wasn't so good at it for a lot of years... I would look, but then shy away from my own gaze, avert my eyes to avoid looking into my soul...

It was breathtaking ignorance, and I am surprised that I was able to keep it up for so very many years and still survive... but here I am, a 48-year-old bloke who has looked deeply inside himself, not particularly liked some of the things he saw, and is working on trying to make sense of things and make them better...

When we face our pain with our presence, our awareness, focused on it calmly, we are able to look beyond the immediate pain, and delve into the reasons why the pain exists in the first place. An animal in great pain cannot think calmly without the very greatest of focus...

From calmness came peace in my case, and I started to see the very many ways that I had compartmentalised my egoic self, my personality... I imagine most people have a bunch of voices in their heads most of the time... they are our thoughts, these words that swirl around in the firing of our synapses...

I noticed something... I was spending a huge amount of my own energy on fighting myself... I would have thoughts and counter-thoughts warring against each other all the time, and bipolar is definitely no help in this regards... hahaha...

This added to the noise, and stopped me being able to calmly look at why I was in so much pain... once there was an inner silence, a truce of sorts for a while, I could work in partnership with a therapist to start the long process of peeling the onion layers of my life back, to reveal where all the pent-up tears of my inner child were coming from...

It was tough going... therapy often is... but it started me on a much healthier path, which I continue to tread to this day... and it was all made possible only when I stopped running away from my pain...

I hope you don't mind my ramblings... your poem was amazing, and it really sparked some firings in my synapses... much love and respect...

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@Ralph... your words touched me deeply, Ralph... mate, I know a small bit about how damn heartless the system is, from my own wrangling with them refusing to recognise bipolar as a disability...

I hope you get all the help that you need to live the best life possible moving forward... in my heart, that is the kind of society that we should be living in... I tire of the circling wolves and their awful appetites...

Sending you hugs and happy vibes in amongst it all...

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Hi @Meowmy ... the fires remain calmer for the time being... thank you so much for your kindness...

For the first time in over a month, I saw proper blue sky... I went outside at night to look for stars, but the smoke had closed in during the evening, so I could not see them...

But I imagined them in all their grandeur, for even when the smoke or clouds are in the way they are still there, waiting to be admired and wondered at...

May your days and nights be filled with calmness and peace... the stars are twinkling for us, even during the day... much love and respect...

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@BlueBay... sending your inner child gentle healing vibes...

So beautifully written...

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Thanks so much @Silenus

it's straight from my broken heart 💔

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Wow, @Exoplanet ! Love it!

It's one heck of a ride alright, and the game is always interesting, especially when we level up...

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Musings on Buddhism and Self Evolution

It is a difficult journey, this ongoing trek from asshat to arhat...

I will be the first to admit that I can be a real asshat sometimes. Lost in a fog of ignorance, I make mistakes and fall back into a selfish lack of awareness about my self, my actions and inactions, and their sometimes significant and detrimental consequences for those around me...

I also fall back into old comfortable patterns, and past hard-fought growth and progress end up being just another ticked box that is no longer true. Sometimes, my regression sees me take more backwards steps than forwards, and the difficulty of the journey starts to drag at me like a bag full of heavy stones, each one a failure, a defeat...

The journey of self improvement and self evolution is not for the fainthearted... in this life journey, the more that you learn shows you how little you know... and it is this seeming vulnerability that is one of our greatest strengths...

When we are certain of something, we have a room in our mind that we put that thing into. The room has no windows or other source of light, for we never need to look again at all of these things we are certain about. They sit there in the darkened room in our mind, forever unchallenged, gathering unseen dust, giving us false comfort in a chaotic and unsure world...

And so we are lost, if this is our chosen approach to gathering wisdom, our chosen way of navigating our life journey along this easy comfortable road well travelled...

In Buddhism, an Arhat is a person who has achieved Nirvana, and has gained insight into the true nature of existence... it's kind of like a state between enlightenment and going full Buddha, if you will...

For me, the journey from asshat to arhat is the most important one in my life... unlike Buddhists, I do not believe in reincarnation or an afterlife, so I've got one shot at getting better, at trying to improve myself... I don't think that I could live with myself if I didn't give it my all to be the best me I can possibly be...

Thanks for reading... much love and respect to the community...

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