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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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Darkest At Noon

The only way I can try to process the devastation of these fires is through writing...

Here is a poem about the day that was darkest at noon...

Darkest at Noon
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I stand with my back to the ocean;
I cannot begin to describe such emotion,
Watching my beloved country burn;
As grief, fear and awe chaotically churn.

I stand here humbled, no longer cocky and proud,
The roar of the wind and the flames so loud,
Just watching the raw apocalypse of Nature's power;
It's darkest at noon, and in the smoke and ash we cower.

And as the insatiable fires feed their awful appetite,
I look to the heavens in this unholy unnatural night;
On the beach, huddled, helpless for now, we stand,
Hell on earth come to visit the paradise of our land.

We can do nothing for now but hope to survive,
Later we will count the cost and support those still alive;
There is compassion and strength, grit and determination
In all of us Australians who make up this nation.

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Stay safe, good people... much love to the community...

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@Silenus Heartfelt words. Thankyou. I watch helplessly, with pain in my heart for so many.

Stay safe. 💜💜

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Re: writing as a form of therapy



i always looked up to you

i always thought you would help me get through

you were always there when i needed you

and i thought that ment i was important to you

but now......

i feel like such a clown

you finally let your true colours show through

your just the same as all the rest

you just wanted what benefitted you

so now.....

with my heart broken

i guess we are family no more

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Re: writing as a form of therapy

I'm worthless

I'm stupid

I'm a waste of space

I'm not grateful

I'm horrible

I'm disgusted by myself

I hate myself

I hate the world

I should not be alive

I should never have been born

Why did you not abort me

Why keep me and not the others

I'm alive

I'm a survivor

I'm tired

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Re: writing as a form of therapy

Yeah, I get it.

Similar for me. I used to play regularly in bands, work and write. Now I struggle to do any of these regularly. From a corporate rooster! Wow look at me! To now being a feather duster.

It sucks.

Now for me it's day by day. Trying to do some do things, something, anything to get a bit of

purpose.

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Thoughts pouring through my mind as I stare

Wishing the end would finally be here

My mind hides the demons deep inside

I put on my mask and pretend to be fine

To tired, to hurt, to upset to care

For my life is just one big blur

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Ten years today

was dull and grey

I voiced my fears

and out came the tears

I never knew

why I was so blue

and then it came out

definitely without a doubt

I couldn't understand

and begged you to hold my hand

I had so many issues

I held onto my tissues

I didn't know who to turn to

I dreamed of being with you

I was very lost

at a very huge cost

Ten years has gone by

And I still wonder why

that time has gone fast

it's all in the past

Life is a journey

that no one knows

where it takes you

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Re: writing as a form of therapy

into the abyss


cold wet stones

shiny black surfaces

slippery under my feet

dead burnt trees

rough black surfaces

as far as the eye can see

cool wet railing

rugged silver surfaces

my hands are holding tight

let go, I say, let go

into the abyss

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Hi @Former-Member

I know that I've checked in with you before when you've posted previously in this thread. That's a very beak (emotional?) landscape that you're describing. I hope that you are ok contemplating the abyss tonight and might just drop you a line to check that you're safe.

Take care

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@Former-Member .....

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