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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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@Former-Member 💙💙💙

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Can I climb this mountain

One more time ?

Can I take that small step

One more time ?

Can I dare to hope

One more time ?

Can I wish the light will shine

One more time ?

Can I face today

One more time ?

Can I take a breath

One more time ?

Can I face rejection ?

Can I face this fear ?

Can I keep on going ?

One more time ?

Am I out of time ?

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Water and Fire


Gentle ripples on a lake that had dried out in the past few years, but found new life after the fires. Majestic wattle, the yellow bloom over, at the edge of the lake, the reflection moving slightly with time. It doesn't smell of smoke anymore, but the scars in the landscape are clearly visible.

A woman in a grey woollen jacket sits at the edge of the lake, cross legged in the sand. Her gaze is steady, following movement underneath the waters surface. This will be her last day. Memories of the rough ground underneath her bare feet running on the fire trail.

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@Former-Member Are you ok ?

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Other Land

Other Land

Is the Land of

Soft Touch

Gentle Breeze

Warm Colour

Vibrant Connection

Other Land

Does not know Fear

Does not know Shame

In Other Land

I Live Forever

In Other Land

I shall Be Me

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MY HEAD

The sun is up
Its so quiet
Never mind
Here come the voices
It just a low buzz
I can ignore it
Oh my god
You got out of bed
I don't know why you bother
Oh no they are getting louder
Everything I do they comment on
Why did you do that
You screwed it up
Why did you even bother getting out of bed
Voices talking over each other
Its getting so loud it's incomprehensible
Screaming screaming
Why do I hear screaming
I cover my ears but it does nothing
I need it to all stop I'm losing control.
CLICK
Its like someone flicked a switch
Everything is black
I'm floating in nothingness
I'm still awake though
I just have no connection to the outside world
Somebody else is in control
A door appears
Do i go through
I know where leads
But I don't know if I want to go back
Maybe I could just lock it instead.

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MY MOTHER IN LAW

A year has gone

that you have passed

where has the time gone

it feels like yesterday

I keep crying everytime

I think of thst last visit to you

you were laying there

and could barely breathe

*** I'm sorry I can't write snymire

I'm too emotional

I'm sorry *****

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Insert deep and meaningful name here

Happiness is that best friend of yours

Who isnt friends with me

Two spoonfuls of cheeriness in your cuppa

But I cant f#%king stand coffee

Happiness is that wholesome family

That I’m not related to

Peace is something you seem to have found

And I'm mad with the envy of you

Happiness is to you a familiar feeling

That feels foreign and strange to me

It's a bitter pill to swallow I must admit

But it's harder to refuse it you see

Happiness is a feeling I long for

Happiness likes to taunt me and tease me

Happiness is to me a realisation

That I can be happy it just won't be easy

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Why do you hate me

How do you love me

I don't really know

what to think of you anymore

trust is gone

I feel judged looked at

you always find a negative

in everything I say

I don't want to visit you anymore

because of your harsh judgement

you're cruel and very hurtful

To me and I don't know why

the only person I'm desperate to see

is my dad

that's all I care for now

not you snymire

even though your my mum

yiu DO NOT act like it

I'm sad for you

but it's your choice

you will never ever seperate

my sister and i

we are not stupid

to put up with your pathetic shit

anymore

I'm sorry for my dad 😢😢

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I have written a lot here in the past and found it rewarding to express myself, especially in poetry. I do not have anything I want to write just at the moment. But I notice this discussion thread has barely a post in all the months since I was last here. That's a pity for me because I think this has been a great thread for many people over a number of years. I wonder if new members who have arrived fairly recently even know it's here. That's the reason for this post. At least if I write this it will put it in the recent posts list where someone who fancies writing might find it!

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