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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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This is a poem about my cousin's ex-wife who we saw today after 24 yrs!!!!

Today I walked in and saw your smiling face

I knew it was you and just wanted to embrace

I told you who I am

And you thought oh dam!!!

We hugged and kissed

and reminisced

of the fun times we had

And I felt so glad

I'm so glad I surprised you today

And we will catch up again some day

I will not leave it another 24 years

Because that would bring many more tears

I am so glad I decided to just go and see you today. It took me a lot of courage to do this, but I thought 'no I don't need anyone to tell me who to see anymore, I can make my own decisions'. Today is the first of many more surprises, catch up with past friends, relatives in my life. Life is too short, so why waste time. Now is the right time, not later.

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Gotta grow, gotta know
Gotta show, gotta go
Racing on the inside
All else moves so slow

Struggling & grovelling
Everything is boggling
Racing on the inside
Suffocating, smothering



Racing on the inside

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That's great @BlueBay 🙂

And hey @Former-Member

Share a thought... how is your universe firing tonight???

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sky walker

look at me im the devil

you just pretend that you cant see

look here shrink to my level

and take a long hard look at me

look up here im in danger

teetering on the edge of death

take a minute for a lost soul dear stranger

but do not waste your breath

im a child with scars on his mind

an adult crippled by the past

walking forward with eyes set behind

and the drop is coming fast

i do a spin on the edge of a tower

and lose my hat as i take a bow

i feel the absence of definable power

and everyones looking at me now

i have come to this imposition

cos i have nothing left to lose

its no longer my decision

i cannot even choose

look up here man i am flying

only for a second before i land

look up here man i am dying

please please give me your hand

im so high i can almost see heaven

i hear the angels laughing at me

im so high i start to question

myself and my reality

but if i drop myself to street below

then ill be as low as i actually feel

i just dont know where i should go

and dont know if anythings real

i turn around to face the demons

but the stars are all i see

i slipped falling without screaming

hey aint that just like me

and by the time you come to read it

id have fallen to the street know

i didnt in any way quit

i was just forced into defeat

look at me man im in danger

i have a pain thats consumed my soul

look up here im bursting with anger

and its made me a shattered broken whole

ive yet to fall apart completely

but i feel it coming see

i know this darkness will defeat me

and even if i live i will never be free

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Hey @GonePirate 😄 .... there you are ❣

There's more than one beer waiting for you in the Beer Garden .... and some new folk waiting to meet you ....

I hope we can lift your dark mood for a minute .... been missing you !!

@BlueBells came looking for you a while back too ...

⚓️⚔❤️

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here i am

speak of the devil
and the devil shall appear
the illustrious deceiver
with a smile ear to ear
the mask of a man
duct taped to his skull
the vibrant light he brings
now gone dull

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Oh you read my mind in female version..😅 @gone pirate..nice work

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afternoon

on a dark day, afternoon

in a room full of faceless guests

like a free man i confessed

i was lost in your emptiness

i read a book, full of death

and danced happy in glee and jest

lift a cup id long layed to rest

and put my sobriety to test

though i try, tried my best

i cannot put these thoughts to bed

they fill me up, pour out my chest

and i was enslaved by the unrest

i never though to second guess

to seek an answer that wasnt yes

but i must say i have digressed

it was a cloudy, afternoon

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@GonePirate ... dude...

Beautiful raw amazing power...

Oh Cap'n my Cap'n...

Sending salt-encrusted hugs...

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My latest poem... it was fun to write...

~~~~~~~ ♤♧♢♡ ~~~~~~~

A Glass of Wine
---------------------------

[Imagine the voice of Rorschach]

"I'll have a glass of wine barkeep."
[Barkeep pours glass of wine]
"There you are sir."
[Looks at glass]
"I said a glass of wine. Keep pouring."
"Responsible Service of Alcohol says standard drink measures..."
"Keep pouring."
"Yes sir."
[Pours wine to just under the lip of the glass]
"There you are sir."
[Looks at glass]
"I said a glass of wine. Keep pouring."
"But sir..."
"Keep pouring."
[Pours wine to the lip of the glass]
"There you are sir."
[Looks at glass]
"I said a glass of wine. Keep pouring."
"But sir..."
"Meniscus!"
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