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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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And feather-babies ...,,,,,,

Post a pic later cos my phone won't let me now !

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Thanks so much for your reply @Silenus. It was exactly what I was wanting. You touched on so many concepts that I'm grappling with at the moment - needs,wants, observing instead of feeling, and most importantly thinking about that feelings increase motivation which lead to more doing. I will read this again and I'm sure take more out of it. It really was a timely and perfect answer for what I'm grappling with. Hugs 😊💜

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Feather-babies at the river .....

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Great photos @Faith-and-Hope !!!

I love the birdie num-nums...

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It was my pleasure, @Former-Member. it is truly a great thing to explore these concepts, these behaviours, these insights...

All the answers we ever need are within, in my humble opinion... we can be our own gurus, and even get to the point where there is not a need for a guru at all, not even ourselves...

This thing that is consciousness... what a wonder, what a delight it is...

I could spend a lifetime exploring the complex and subtle wonders of our consciousness... oh wait... that's right... I am spending a lifetime exploring the complex and subtle... etc. etc....

Hahaha...

Hugs right back at ya... 🙂

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Thank you @Silenus. You are the one that has inspired me so much to write. No one in my life have ever said to me how good I have done things. Or even praised me. Never. My mum would always say something negative to me. Never anything nice like 'you look nice today' No she didn't know that kind of vocabulary.

Anyway, enough of her.

Thank you @Silenus from the bottom of my heart. you are truly an amazing guy, inspirational. I always love reading your stories, poems and advice you give.

Thank you for your massive hugs that you send.

How are you today, I am sorry I always forget to ask about you.

Take care xxxxooo

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Hey @Faith-and-Hope

I love these photos. They are beutiful. I tried to put a photo of my dog but it didn't work 😞

I really want to show you my Jersey. how has your day been?

take care xxxooo

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Hi @BlueBay

My day has been good. My youngest turns 18 tomorrow and has been struggling to fit the sizes and shapes of clothes she used to wear. With all the stresses, dramas, and illness of our situation she has gained weight and was really down on herself.

Well, we found the perfect dress to suit the size and shape she is, still look young and fashionable enough for her taste, and she feels and looks lovely in it. Tired, but mission accomplished !!

Out to the movies tonight - trying to fit in some family stuff before WH (Wayward Husband) is off aga in the day after D3's birthday (!) and around his eating-and-exercise-all-encompassing-regimen (!!).

I'm going to find myself a big fat medal to stick in the middle of my forehead when I have survived all this ....

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Relationsh!ts and loathe affairs...

this is inspired by the often tumultuous and painful relationship with my ex

it was confusing inspiring and all consuming

it was toxic poison infecting my very core

it was hell

but f@#k me dead if i didn't love that sh!t

Relationsh!ts and loathe affairs...

our love was the thing of dreams

you know those nightmares where everyone screams

it was so powerful you sought reprieve

but if you loved me why the f@#k did you let me leave

our love was a thing of chaos babe

it would lead us both unbeknownst to an early grave

our love well it had f@#king teeth

if you loved me why couldn't you seen the pain beneath

our love feasted on encounters of flesh

it was as necessary and as needed as our own breath

more times than i care to count it scared me

why the f@#k didn't i ever feel as if you truly loved me

the way i loved you with my entire whole

you were my love my life my body and my soul

day to day you would attempt to destroy me

ensnare me and trap em in a prison never to be free

you tried to change me into what i am not

the man you fell for wild and crazy you seemed to have forgot

what drew me to you was your compassion and heart

your sense of self and sensibility i craved from the very start

for as long as i could i held onto that ideal as i died

i would never dare change you i never would have f@#king tried

but change is what you wished i would have did

tried to fit me into a box that i never ever would have fit

flesh to flesh became our only connections

as we had grown apart and aimed in two different directions

i just wanted to be the best i could be

and you just wanted whats best for both you and me

but i am a realist or nihilist i know i am flawed

would never achieve what you f@#king wanted no matter how much effort i poured

into the task that destroyed me and taunted me inside

i was feeling abandoned by you and in my heart love died

i could no longer pretend that i was your man

no longer felt the comfort of your embrace or your hand

i want you to leave me i would scream in my head

i would leave the room and wish that when i returned you where dead

i wanted so bad to be free that i would grieve

but i f@#king loved you so much that i couldn't i wouldn't just leave...

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Hi @BlueBay 🙂

I know what you mean. My father projected his perfectionism onto me from a very early age. I always failed to live up to his high expectations...

Meh... I got over his issues, and stopped letting them rule my life... his issues, his problems... I can't fix his problems, only he can...

Similar to your mother, @BlueBay

She has a problem. Your current life issue is working out how you deal with her problem...

I would hope it leads to opportunities for growth and independence for you. Huge hugs in these troubling times... 🙂
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