Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Hi @Silenus very nice poems. This is a summary/condlusion from an important research paper on the genetics of Bipolar Disorder. It would seem that genetic scientists are on the wrong track especially if Bipolar is also a complex personality that is needed in our world. God forbid we don't want to get rid of it. Imagine all of the ideas, creativity, and genious that would go with that, it is like throwing the baby with the bathwater. 🙂

From Genetics of bipolar disorder by Escamilla and Zavala

It. is likely that over the next, decade, the field of bipolar genetics will shift, from the current emphasis on identifying the genes which play a. role in this disease, to understanding the pathophysiology of the disease from a new perspective (ie,by study of the pathways tied to the genes which play a role in the disease). Along with this work, we might also cautiously expect, that bipolar disorder may at. last begin to be understood to be a complex behavioral phenotype, with many components and subtypes. For a. “disorder” that involves some of the fundamental behaviors and experiences of relevance to the human race, including regulation of activity levels, the ability to feel euphoria and dysphoria, to control social impulses, to create, to have racing thoughts, and to over- or undervalue one's capacities, it is perhaps not surprising that the molecular underpinnings of the bipolar condition will prove to be complex and subtle, and span a. multiplicity of gene and protein networks. Indeed, the gene variants which contribute to bipolar disorder may have evolved because of their specific value in helping individuals or groups adapt to socially and physically challenging and changing environments. To understand the genetics of bipolar disorder may in the end, not be any less of a. task than to understand the genetics of human psychology and behavior.

There isn't a day that goes by

that I just sit and don't cry

For I know what you said

and you're still in my head

I know you're my mum

but for now you're not number 1

i just wish that some days

you would let go of your craze

The hurt and the pain

it doesn't bring any gain

all it does is give grief

and it hasn't been that brief

I see now what you have done

but my children are number 1

you've hurt them too

but they will get through

And then there is dad

well you have made him mad

you have kept him away

but i know I'll see him one day

Parents are supposed to care

but what you've done isn't fair

if only i could scream

or maybe it's just a dream

So why do I cry

all the pain inside is going to fry

I still don't understand why

you don't stand by

I have just been told about this thread, and wanted to post my latest poem here. I am by no means a good poet, having only just ventured into this form of expression over the past month or so. But I do find it a very good way of self expression. You can say things in poetry form which you wouldnt say otherwise I think. And I find poetry to be the most honest form of expression I possess. I find that the only time I write poetry is when I feel really down, sad, distressed, afraid. Its a very emotive thing.

Anyway here is my most recent contribution. A poem I wrote a couple of nights ago. I suffer from PTSD and anxiety often hits really hard. My hubby is currently away for 3 weeks, so now is one of those times where I am struggling more than usual. I hope you like my poem.

Anxiety

Why is it that my anxious brain simply will not allow me to forget?

Some images and fears are still so vivid that I break into a cold sweat.

Therapy has helped me see that things are not always as they appear.

I've challenged my inner thoughts, and know there is nothing to fear.

Medication I take to reduce adrenalin which is needlessly produced.

Attempts to slow my heart and the hope that a restful sleep be induced.

But still this anxiety is a part of me, day and night, tearing me apart.

The shaking, inability to catch my breath, and madly beating heart.

It seems that anxiety will never leave me, so embrace it I must.

It is my body's natural alert system, and now I must learn to trust.