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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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Re: Musings on My Life with Bipolar

today I found out I lost my job snd will be redundant in two weeks. 😢😢


Today's the day I will remember

I will no longer have a job

the loss the sadness

is all coming by

I'll miss my lovely customers

ive known them for many years

we became friends with some

some older customers would come in

and tell me the same story week in week out

and I would just smile and listen

I cherish the chats I've had

They walk in and I know who they are

all by their first names

I'm going to miss them all terribly

I didn't think I would but I will

and the amazing staff

well I can only say I've had the best time eith this great bunch of people

always supportive when I was in hospital with my mental health

I have been at this pharmacy for a total of 10 years.
Five years a while ago then I came back snd now 5 years again.

where do I go from here????

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Re: Musings on My Life with Bipolar

Hello @BlueBay @Silenus , @Maggie , @Appleblossom , @Exoplanet

My husband has bipolar 11 plus other diagnosis

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

A bad day

Didn't think any fault of my own

Can't make sense

No help available

Knowing same problem will be there tomorrow

May be I will be surprised by my own strength tomorrow

Then I have lived harder days before

God help me.

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Meowmy We might have been in the same place yesterday. I didn’t see you there, but it was very dark. Sending some 💙💙💙💙 hope today is better.

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Maggie hey Maggie, sweetie ,hope your day will be a good one. Struggling here. Just going one step at a time. Take care.

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@Meowmy 💛💛💛

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Musings on Mental Health and Passion

That’s what passion is – this urge to pour ourselves fully into a cup, all the way to the brim...

Passion. It is the difference between merely existing and truly living. A life without passion is no life at all...

As a person gifted-cursed with bipolar, I have a bit of a Goldilocks relationship with passion. The first mood was too passionate... the second mood was not passionate enough... but the third mood was juuuuuuust right...

My bipolar mood spectrum goes further up and down (or left and right) than a normal person's experiences of mood, except under the most stressful and dire of life circumstances...

I can say it no more easily than this... for people with mental health issues that involve suicidal ideation, every single day is a life and death struggle...

Now if that doesn't inspire passion, I don't know what does...

When I am profoundly depressed, all passion for life is robbed from me. My passion lies dormant, and mental states such as dissociation and anhedonia complete the cryogenic stasis of my consciousness that turns into months of timeless time passed uncaringly in darkened rooms...

When I am hypomanic, my passions reach out to every corner of the Multiverse, filling it, joining as one with all that exists... with infinity in my eye, I soar above all the gods that have ever been and will ever be... I burn with passion brighter and hotter than all the stars in the sky...

And then there's the "just right" of relative normality, when I am neither too high nor too low in my passions... I am neither frozen nor ablaze...

How we incorporate passion in our lives is so important... the things we are passionate about are the things that get us out of bed in the morning, that allow us to keep going when the tank is empty, that allow us to keep fighting even after the fight is over...

Embrace your passions... they, along with your willpower, are your engine room, your source of power... use your passions to achieve your dreams...

And don't forget... a passion for compassion is the greatest passion there is... 🙏💕

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

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Re: Musings on My Life with Bipolar

I am so sorry to hear this, @BlueBay ... my missus and I own a small shop, and her and her sister work in it... the relationships that we have developed with our customers (in a small rural town) has been a source of wonder and joy over the past year and a half or so since we opened our doors...

I hope you are able to find other avenues to keep such casual and yet very powerful relationships going with other people... there is much wonder in the minutiae of the casual relationships we have within our communities...

Sending lots of hugs and gentle healing vibes your way...

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

A leaf

has left the tree

Never to return

no matter how hard

the tree may try

I

have left my family

Never to return

no matter how hard

my mother may try

Why says the tree

does my leaf have to leave

What have I done

whines the tree

Why says my mother

so you have to leave

What have I done

whines my mother

Its not what you've done

Its what you haven't done

The secrets in the closet

The secrets in the basement

The shiny happy family

Leave me be

Dont ask how I am

Dont come to visit

Dont talk to me

Every word you say

Brings no pleasure

Just pain

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Many people

crossed the river

to seek asylum

from a raging war

Many people

Were close to the sea

to seek safety and shelter

from a raging fire

has the world

learnt so little

has the world

given up

despair

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