Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@rivergal Yes, my therapist is pushing me to publish a book, I'm thinking of maybe doing so. I do have a blog where they are all published. But because of SANEs guidelines on anonymity I can't post the link. So I'll just keep sharing one or two here each week.
BB 🐰💙

@bipolarbunny

Wise Therapist!

Yes, Do Publish a book !

Thanks for continuing to share here.

@rivergal Thought I'd anon proofed my blog enough to post it here, but alas I forgot about the contact section. 🙈 So I'll just keep posting a couple of poems on here every week. For you to read. xx

BB 🐰💙

Thank you

I started to look and read your backlog of poems on this SANE forum site.

I like also how you have wriiten introductions or descriptions, context. Makes it very relatable.

Hey my wonderful friends, @Bunniekins @Dimity @Shaz51 @rivergal @Meowmy @Mazarita @Judi9877 @Appleblossom @HenryX been searching in the poetic archives for something to post. So here is one I wrote about how I often feel like I am a paradox. Like there's two opposing sides living within me that get in the way of each other and pull at me from different angles in my head when I'm unbalanced. It's hard to explain, and it's often easier for me to just write it in verse and then see if it makes sense. Be interested to know if any of you feel this as well. Big bunny hugs xx

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Paradox

Too numb to be useful,

Too feared to be game,

Too still to be active,

Too mad to be sane,

Too small to be noticed,

Too deaf to be sound,

Too weak to be noble,

Too gone to be found.

Too hurt to be wounded,

Too torn to be bold,

Too cut to be weeping,

Too hot to be cold,

Too brash to be cautious,

Too daunt to be brave,

Too right to be wrongful,

Too good to behave.

Too angst to be passive,

Too high to be low,

Too bored to be lonely,

Too go to be slow,

Too loud to be quiet,

Too short to be tall,

Too in to be outer,

Too stumble to fall.

Too strung to be drama,

Too chill to be cool,

Too odd to be precious,

Too fun to be fool,

Too dark to be wanted,

Too day to be night,

Too tough to be tender,

Too flight to be fight.

Too deep to be shallow,

Too fake to be true,

Too starved to be hungry,

Too red to be blue,

Too vain to be honest,

Too tense to be zen,

Too great to be phoney,

Too where to be when.

Too shook to be balanced,

Too trapped to be free,

Too crazed to be mellow,

Too scared to be me,

Too sad to be hopeful,

Too beat to be grave,

Too broke to be normal,

Too lost to be saved.

© BB - 12 Sep 2020

@Dimity @Shaz51 @rivergal @Meowmy @Mazarita @Judi9877 @Appleblossom @HenryX Here's another about depression... xxx

BB 🐰💙

Depression

Crushing weight upon my chest,

My heart is like an empty nest,

Emotions writhing like an eel,

I can’t determine what is real.

Head is pounding, mind is fraught,

With every pure destructive thought,

The Warrior cannot be heard,

The Wraith is screaming every word.

Wounds that ache without remorse,

I wish that it would run its course,

Falling through the depths of time,

There is no stopping this decline.

Throat and stomach feel the pain,

Of wretched guilt and great disdain,

Rumination in full flight,

There’s no escaping this dark plight.

Terrors, trembles, violent fears,

There’s no way to abate these tears,

Weakness echoed through the soul,

There’s nothing that will make me whole.

Fall down seven times, stand up eight,

Accept the hurt, accept the fate,

Then climb again into the light,

And leave behind the bitter fight.

Knowing it will come once more,

And leave me rotting at the core,

I use this time to grow and build,

So I can live a life fulfilled.

© BB - 16 Aug 2020

@bipolarbunny Brilliant BB! I was just saying to my mental health nurse that I was feeling lost. Like all around me is darkness. I am just so sad.

@Bunniekins Oh my beautiful Pea, I wish I could hug you right now. I know that feeling all too well my friend. I will always offer my hand to pull you out of the dark beautiful. xxx

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@bipolarbunny Your wonderful poetry helps so much BB. You are so talented. Even when the subject matter is sad it helps so much as pea can relate to it. I will always be here for you too my dear friend. Love peaxxx

@Dimity @Shaz51 @rivergal @Meowmy @Mazarita @Judi9877 @Appleblossom @HenryX And then there's the mania... xx

BB 🐰💙

Mania

Go faster, go faster, it chants in your head,

As the mania summons a wound full of dread,

You cannot control me, you cannot defeat,

The rage in your soul, never lets you retreat.

Talk louder, talker louder, your words are contrite,

No sense for the making, you’re caught in a fight,

Between madness and sanity, hope and despair,

You stare in the mirror, but find you’re not there.

Burn hotter, burn hotter, your anger a miss,

Still trapped between logic and treacherous bliss,

Your lies become legend, your truths become caught,

Between fact, between fiction, and every distort.

Move quickly, move quickly, there’s so much to do,

A world to be conquered, no sleep needed too,

You’re running on empty, there’s plenty of fuel,

For immaculate concepts, engaged in a duel.

Push harder, push harder, there’s no fear allowed,

When caught in the midst of this dangerous cloud,

Too wired to be cautious, too right to be wrong,

Every voice on the radio, weeping your song.

Fall deeper, Fall deeper, you’re out of control,

You speed down the throat of that damn rabbit hole,

The brakes will not function, your mind will not halt,

Till you crash into pain with a thunderous jolt.

Cry softer, cry softer, the world doesn’t care,

You’re left in the dark with a blank empty stare,

The baton is handed from ego to shame,

There is no longer gifts of incredulous fame.

Stand slowly, stand slowly, be honest and true,

Misgivings are done, you have conquered the blue,

You’ll stumble and fall, then be risen in kind,

For that is the fate of an unbalanced mind.

© BB - 09 Sep 2020