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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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Poem - Little i

Here's a little poem about self medication...

Little i

Dizzy Pam fell asleep
Al Cole began to weep
Mary Jane started to fly
And in the middle was little i.

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Poem - Without Sin

Here's a little poem inspired by the bible. More specifically, John 8:7...

Let him that is without sin cast the first stone...

I find a lot in this passage of the bible. Just because I am non-religious does not mean that I can't get much of worth and value from the various holy books...

It's about not judging. How can we judge? We, who are ourselves so very imperfect...

I take non-judgement very seriously. I may have an occasionally crass sense of humour, perhaps in rebellion against the Political Correctness Police (more police, @Decadian - hahaha!!!)

In my heart, I do not judge. Who is without sin? Not I...

This poem is a tongue-in-cheek playful little challenge, a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down...

Don't judge. Peace out, peeps...

Without Sin

He that is without sin among you, do the dishes in the …k…
He that is without sin among you, …g a song of praise…
He that is without sin among you, be …cere…
He that is without sin among you, be …ful…

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Poem - Head Room

This is a very important poem for me. It was a turning point from that terrible September month in 2014. I wrote this on the 1st October 2014, as a way of celebrating the fact that I survived strong suicidal ideation, and all of the usual mood storm crap that was going on with me as I was busy metamorphosing from grub to butterfly...

This poem is all about dealing with life, and about accepting that sometimes we just loose it. That's okay. We eventually get back up...

Head Room

Bada-Bing! Bada-Boom,
There’s no head in my room;
Bingo Ringo,
It’s fine to go bongo,
But never lose sight of the tune…

Life is a journey, it’s often said,
Seeking to balance the heart and the head…
Trying not to gorge when comfortably fed…
Slowly coming to grips with this balloon of lead…
Feeling the eternal tug of a comfortable bed…
Gazing gratefully at the simple boon of my morning bread…
Trying to live up to some (perhaps undeserved) cred…
I am all of my genes, truly born and bred…
I am everything you hope for yet secretly dread…
I am a survivor in this Zombie Apocalypse, and still not undead…
I am my self as myself with occasionally needed self-med…
I am shunned and sometimes hated for not marching to everyone else’s tread…
I try to look through these rose-coloured glasses without seeing red…
My humble wish is that by a few more people I’m read…
I like dry wit that is sec, sere and arid…
I recognise that not every unwanted plant is a weed with killer to be spread…
I have no quarrel with the living, and seek none from the dead…

I am misunderstood by most everyone, and most especially by me.

Bada-Bing! Bada-Boom,
There’s no head in my room;
Bingo Ringo,
It’s fine to go bongo,
But never lose sight of the tune…

My hate sometimes drives me on…
My love often holds me back…

And the reverse of these two
Is sometimes gladly-sadly true:

My love sometimes drives me on…
My hate often holds me back…

Is there release from this strife,
This troubling life?

Yes,
And it comes to us all.

In the meantime stand tall,
Dust yourself off from the fall,
And fall in love with life…

Bada-Bing! Bada-Boom,
There’s no head in my room;
Bingo Ringo,
It’s fine to go bongo,
But never lose sight of the tune…

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Dum spiro spero... while I breathe, I hope...

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As i sit at home tonight

I'm sick of hearing them all fight

I wish I could be somewhere else

I think that would be grouse

I've had a really shit day

I wish i could sit by the bay

And have a drink

Before I drop off the brink

Im sitting here with a wine

I really don't want to dine

i just want to go to bed

Gee I have a sore head

I'm feeling really quite blue

I don't know what to do

I miss my dad so much I know

But nothing will change until I grow

Ive stopped my meds

for a little while

i don't know if it's right or wrong

i sometimes wish i was gone

Dreams have meanings I know that too

Gee I wish we never blew

But some things happen for a reason

Damn you

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@Silenus

Please no one forget me......

our wifi is awful here these days.... our television reception just came up again after no tv as well !

I like your poem...I felt.....it was how I feel when theres too much thinking happening in my life and theres no peace but I'm trying to get peace.........

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@BlueBayhave you stopped your meds? You poem is creative !

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Yes I've stopped my meds.

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@PeppiPatty

Dont think we will forget you.

I was in watchful waiting mode .. missing your cheery pic ... wondering how you were ... waiting for you to post .. was gonna send a call out .. but then I saw you ... yay!

@Silenus

I like your poems and your attitude .. lots of books have influenced how we think .. it helps if we can be aware ... sometimes .. we can be ironic and plpayful about serious things ... and the way you preface your poems makes that really clear and I like it. I would be surprised if people were too upset.

Humour and metaphor do need to be handled carefully. Its not enough to tell aspies that they dont understand metaphors and are too literal... language is like that and symbols and metaphors vary immensely in how the communicate to others. Eg is the use of a metaphor .. meant to communicate "I am smart and a great wit" .. as did a fella at my church .. .. or that "I care" ... I dont think it is a coincidence that writing and language and MI are related. The issues in it need to be teased out more.

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Hi @BlueBay

Sorry to take this thread off topic for the moment, but I just wanted to flag that going off your medication can make things a bit wobbly - it's different from person to person. Seeing what you posted in other threads about your bad day made me wonder if going off your medication might have impacted things for you.

I'm not a dr, nor do I know what you were taking or how you stopped, but I just wanted to flag it. If you're seeing your GP tonight it might be worth mentioning.
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