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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: Poem - Head Room

Hi @NikNik

I'm really sorry I did stop my meds. I wanted to prove to myself that I would be okay without it. I wanted to prove that I was okay - but I am not okay. It has proved nothing.

Sorry to take over this post @Silenus, I'm really sorry. I am not good.

I will go and write in my own post (having a bad morning)

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just jumping off the meds can often be a bad idea most meds should be weened off of not just dropped or else they can impact negatively with withdrawal symptoms

if one is to go off meds and try do it alone do it in cooperation with p docs and with supervision from at very least your case worker or pdocs

that's coming from experience

over the years a few times ive jumped off meds usually undet he premise of I'm doing fine I don't need them or I want to know whats me and whats meds and if I can do it alone

first time I lasted a few weeks

next time a few days

the final time I lasted 9 months

but realised I was heavily self medicating and life eventually caught up to me anyway

just wanted to share this with you @BlueBay

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@BlueBay

I havent been online.....can you write how you are ?

I care about you because now at 48years old, I've had the guts to cut Mum out of my life....there are attacks from her......

And I think of you........

Thankyou @Appleblossom I have missed you perticularily !! This poem has nothing to do with you @Appleblossom....I don't feel that you have had my dramas..........Your dramas are on a hugely different scale .......... but you wrote something about another poem I wrote that you like how I feel in my poems. This is a poem I wrote when I started to feel properly. I was a bit self involved though......


My Face, My skin
Skin to Skin
I turn to you as you have a propensity for violence
I draw it out of you

I’m missing you

So Far away

Our repetitive dramas
Our Addictive sex

Give me a drama to imagine
A fantasy to keep me alive
Our acting out is a substitute for suicide

Push you away
Either way,
As long as you feel you live

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Dear @GonePirate

Great pionters @GonePirate I wish I was close to my oldest son so I could tell him this stuff but at the moment, it's a little like; tell him something and he jumps on me. There is a certain...horrible defensive tone of his vioce when I speak to him which is horrible and reminds me of when I met my husband. He was terribly self medicating.

The other pionter I want to bring up is the weight that my husband and other put on because of .....'proper,' medication.

I loked up a self directed paper I wrote about MI when I had beenwith my husband for two years and researched this;

I researched depression and came across one of my favorite authors – Eric Maisel. He writes some very interesting points. He writes that once an individual experiencing mental ill health talks of his/her mental ill health, it begins to take the power away from it. I wonder if this is the same for all people?

What do you think @GonePirate and @Silenus and @BlueBay @Appleblossom ??

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i dunno if this ones gonna rhyme or not yet

my brain is a buzz i have to get it out but nothing is forming as of yet

i may come back and edit this preword

or i may leave it to show a glimpse of how my mind works...

the all consuming darkness encapsulate my every waking hour

as icy tendrils reach up like corpse like hands to encompass my heart and soul

i feel the energy the will to live drain out of the cavity in my chest

i am a thousand shattered pieces of a man who was once whole

id bleed were it not for the fact i am already dead and buried

a grave i dug laying in a coffin of my own mental fabrication within i am trapped

the sands of time have slowed to a crawl as i rest upon my dying breath

a smile now vanished as i fear my happiness lost with my demise carefully mapped

sorrow overwhelmes me and i feel a sense of loss for the man i once was

anger sweeps in a takes me to far off places i fear going

the world is both ablaze is fame and flooding as the seas rise up to swollow the land

am i burning or drowning anger or sadness i have no way of knowing

more often than not i have a habit of knowing what im feeling

but whilst imprisoned in this limbo of the numb i am reluctant to try

my thoughts consume me in a state of constant frozen panic

fight or flight neither exists nor is relevant when i just want to die

i no longer care if i am to make it out of this alive no i just want it all to end

so i can be free of the agonising tribulations of this msot trivial life like experiance

the blackness has risen up from within and made its home within my mind

that i had become accustomed to a sense of wellness left me open to attack or is this coincidence?

so thats my little rhyme and yes i spose it does infact rhyme

i started writing this at about 9 oclock it is 9 20 now

just a glimpse into how im feeling and how my mind works

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Dear @NikNik

It's great to be back....

Lets hope wifi holds up.....

How are you? Arlo is very good....so is the husband and my youngest son is still here. My Mum is working hard at getting him away from me but....I need to just get back into therapy and get advise on how to get stronger.

I'm seeing her on Wednesday and so looking forward to it. I'm finding it difficult to do the extra work but am very committed to do the extra work so can pay to see the Psychotehrapist.....she keeps on cutting my fees down......

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Wow @GonePirate - you're great with words. I'm sad to hear about some of the things you're experiencing at the moment though. In particular your reference to not caring and wanting to die.

Do you have some supports or strategies that help when you're feeling like this?

Hoping you're safe,
Nik

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ahoy @PeppiPatty weight gain was a huge issue for me I put on like 30kg in 9 months on a med I was too depressed to admit wasn't working

I changed meds after that and have not experienced the weight gain on my current combo

I'm actually losing weight due to eliminating certain things from my diet
no lollies sweets cakes bikkies or soft drink

you also write about how talking takes the power away fromt he beasts

very true

my best mates know about my diagnosis and what I go through and what that often means and I know I can talk to them all about my problems

I also talk to a peer support worker

and a psychologist

talking helps

it helps limit the power that depression anxiety bipolar and voices have over us

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@PeppiPatty

Thank you for asking. I am not that good tonight, had a bad day, cried and lost it twice.

I am so glad that you managed to cut your mum out of your life - but tell me @PeppiPatty I can't remember how did you do that? But do you know - I miss my dad so so much. I wish I could see him or even just get a simple hug. just to feel his arms around me 😞

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Hi @GonePirate

Deep down i know i shouldn't have stopped my meds - but i wanted to see if i would be better without them; and like you to feel if i would be 'normal' again without the meds.

But it's not working, i think that's why i have had meltdowns at work today and lost it completely on wednesday morning to the point that i apologised to the pharmacist. looking back now i was so out of control. it's my fault i know, i shouldn't have stopped taking them.

i will go back on tomorrow morning. i wish i had a close friend that i could talk to and wouldn't judge me. I had a close freind a few years ago that listened to me but then told me off for telling her so much stuff that she said she couldn't listen to me anymore. i felt so alone after that, couldn't trust anyone or tell people things.

it's hard @GonePirate to live a life of pretend. Prented to be happy, pretend to be strong, pretend to smile - when all i want to do is cry. Why can't i just cry when i want to - because then it feels like i am a failure, a sook - for crying

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