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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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My latest poem... it's an odd painful and ultimately inspiring time of year for me... hence the poem...

Sadness
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Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my father is how much of it is due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I had with my mother is how much of it was due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my family is how much of it is due to me...

Much of my sadness about the often poor relationship I have with my friends is how much of it is due to me...

There's a lot of bloody repetition here... and the common element is me...

Hmmmm... I'm detecting a pattern here...

I need to deal with the problems inside me...

Before I can be 'whatever' to everyone else...

As the plane goes down... fit your own oxygen mask before assisting others...

Hmmmm... now I'm no longer feeling sad...

I'm not selfish... I'm just trying to deal with my shit... striving to be better each time I pick myself up from the stumble or fall...

Sad..? Hell no..! I'm alive to write this... no way I'm ever sad...

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Word play...


Lost
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Lost in the mist of a distant land,
With a tin of mace and laughter canned,
Still air with a still waving hand fanned,
A thousand places to be to be grand.

A second-hand second-glass with one grain of sand,
Not much time to do what was planned,
Sun beating down, nowhere to hide, hide tanned,
No man's land paradoxically manned.

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I'm reposting that last poem of mine... this time with an intro that provides a bit of context to what was bubbling along in my head this morning... 🙂

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The words in your head... your thoughts... your inner monologue or inner dialogue... this is you... imagine your inner you, racing so fast as to stumble... running with scissors through the halls of your mind without a hall pass... imagine the words in your mind, racing to the point where the words fragment and no longer make sense... imagine random garbled words in the mix... imagine you, totally lost... this is a part of my bipolar... when the hypomania gets too high and synapses crackle and fry... where are you when 'you' is lost..?

Lost
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Lost in the mist of a distant land,
With a tin of mace and laughter canned,
Still air with a still waving hand fanned,
A thousand places to be to be grand.

A second-hand second-glass with one grain of sand,
Not much time to do what was planned,
Sun beating down, nowhere to hide, hide tanned,
No man's land paradoxically manned.

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hello @Silenus

I am rendered speechless by your reply.

Breathe.......

such a lovely, kind and inspiring response Silenus. I truly thank you.

I do realise that any creativity starts from the soul and to be able to tap in to that creativity, one must believe in oneself.

Believe that I am worthy,i am important and most of all I actually do have the ability.

I just need to learn how to reach into my inner self, overcome the fear of fragility, believe in my own strength.

I need to learn to read for my self, write for my self.

i have learnt to be my self which is an important place to start.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my thoughts.

I love the depth of your thinking. I am a very deep thinker and there are not too many of us. I myself tend to listen more than speak perhaps that is why I have not met many.

Your writing intrigues me.

I do not wish to invade your privacy in any way but would like to ask:

Has any of your writing been published?

A yes or no will suffice. no other information needs to be disclosed.

Look forward to reading more of your thoughts.

stay safe

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Hello @Silenus

I want to respond - there is so much feeling in here.

I have to do this later though.

thank you again

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Hi @Silenus and @Zoe7

I have much agreement regarding corruption and bureacracy.

I certainly dont think paying one's taxes is the highest ideal, but have had to field the outbursts of far too many who are angry about paying them ..

@Former-Member so glad you have found another gem on this site ...

nah

not torquing about U @Silenus ...

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me thinks you hath a humour and I like it

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love this especially If we want to get really deep, it's all imagined... after the event has happened, it is gone... memory is an illusion... all of it is imagined... hahaha... every single memory in our minds... imagined... every single thought... imagined... every single feeling... imagined... hahaha...

This very concept of self... imagined...

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Hi @Former-Member Your last post is deep and reflects a lot of how I have lived my life.

I get exactly where that is coming from but I am struggling at the moment with trying to reconcile reality with what I wished was imagined. I wish memory was an illusion and every feeling was imagined but they have become (and continue to be) very, very, real of late.

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