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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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Imagine having tiny people in your head

They talk all day long

Even in the silence

Your head is never quiet

When you wake to when you sleep

You even hear them in your dreams

When they all talk at once

Their noise becomes a humming buzz

Imagine this day after day

Year after year

There is never silence in your ear

Just a nonstop talking

That never disappears

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Hi @Former-Member, I so relate to the endless inner voices, never a quiet moment. My experience is different than little people (love that image in your poem). The voices are me, myself and I, lots of us, all sounding like me. It's hard for me to get by without distraction or something that gives strong experiences of the outside world, such as a walk in the nature area at the end of my street. Trees, birds, creeks help me when I can get myself out of the flat to go there. I also have fairly loud tinnitus 24/7. Best thing for that is to notice other things. But sometimes it is like the many voices of me in a bed of pulsing static. Lol.

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Why is life so hard

why am I so stressed

I can't seem to find myself

in all this mess

and then I want to run away

to escape the craziness

Of life night and day

i wish there was an easier way

I push myself to go to work

but no one understands

how much I hate this job

Its lonely boring snd very mundane

there's no point in venting

I get nowhere with that

god I feel like crying

I don't know where to start

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

freeing sense

breath in

unaware

breath out

freeing sense

life is no easy

spirit to be with

still I am here still

naturally wondering

but the bigness

of the subject

and complexity of language

is confusing comprehension

breath in

unaware

breath out

freeing sense.

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Suburbia

5 kilometres inland

from the pacific

windy little streets

with toy houses

swamp with

old eucalypts

motorway and

garbage trucks

crows over

car tyres

flooding

flying foxes

ducks and

high ibis

train tracks

and buses

pot plants

geckos

mosquitos

swallows

twilight and

wild grass

cloud shapes

and humans.

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hope its ok to post here....

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A helpless sigh

A soul that is lost,

A life that has stopped,

A future that is uncertain.

A face that is pale,

A mouth that is sad,

A cheek that is wet.

A head that is sore,

A mind that is confused,

A long sleepless night.

An unpleasant smell,

A vision to dread,

A girls innocence lost.

A nauseas feeling,

A stomach that is churning,

A body that is scared.

A dream that is shattered,

A never ending cry,

Everything that mattered, but left in a helpless sigh.

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Desperate times

it's hit me tonight

I can't breathe

it's too hard to be

I can't think of what to do

sll I feel is dark dark blue

I can see the light

pls help me tonight

I'm scared of losing everything

why is it so hard

I just don't know what to do

I should just go

my fears are becoming distressing

and real

I don't know how to feel

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I don't feel well

but there is nowhere ,no one to ask for help

i am so fragile in my fifties

needing care and protection to survive

i feel like crying

i know I need to let go

but I toss and turn

my comfort in this house where my childhood was

i don't know how far I can carry on

seems likely it will end abruptly

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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Everything is normal

Everything is fine

When something suddenly grabs hold of me

And I'm teleported back in time

Back to a familiar place

I'm paralysed from fear

I can hear the familiar sound

I can smell the odor that always made me sick to my stomach

I feel like I'm back in my darkest nightmare

I feel every touch

I realise I am trapped

But not in the way you think

Because even though it seems so real

I'm only trapped in my memories that never seem to dull

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Beautiful friend fly high

Another angel above

watching over your amazing family

my heart aches for you have gone

but I have beautiful memories of you

RIP beautiful friend ❤️😢❤️

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