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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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❤️💕 @Mazarita ....

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It's time to move on .....

The time is near

to move away

from this old house

of yesterday

The people, the memories

that lived here before

are not here anymore

It's hard to move away from here

Gosh that pain is so damn near

My heart is aching for the move

But i know it's the right thing to do

I see myself in a new place

without all the rat race

of people everywhere I go

i just want to be slow

And as I sit here with tears down my face

i look at that dream of living in a new place

and see what wonderful life i have

but it's only a dream just for now

I need to break away from anger,hate

and bad memories of this place

But that also means cutting ties

with my folks

and as you all know this is the hardest thing

to do

cause all i wanted was to be a good girl

i know it's the best decision we've made

to move away and start again

to be with my own family

and no one else

But then the dark moments come back in

and i think 'what have i done'

'why me' why did they leave me

i have so muich anger pent up inside

i need to let it go

none of this is making sense

i don't know why i am writing

i guess i need to get it out

with tears just rolling down

it's time to move on

and pack and sell

it's time to start afresh ... oh well

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Natural light dims, makes way for artificial,
The moon a discarded monument.
Walls close in.
The time is now, else all time is worthless,
Yet alone I sit, paralysed in time's debt.
Walls warp out.

My body, this vehicle of limitations,
Bears the brunt of frustration and fear.
Hands, feet, head.
The extremeties of my self, my being,
Fly at one another with urgency.
Flesh, bone, blood.

Exhausted, hands leave the arms,
Flesh leaves the body,
Breath leaves the lungs,
Panic, too big, too small,
Freedom from limitations feeling like death.

The walls breathe me in,
They breathe waste back out.
Choking on this, my recycled air.

It is more time I need,
Though I have no better use for it.

Waiting for the sun to rise,
Passing hours like a contagion,
Or very bad wind.
The walls breathe in,
Breathe out,
Vertigo and bruises.
The moon a discarded monument.

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Great to see again @Sehnsucht

The walls breathe me in and the walls breathe me out ... powerful imagery

The moon was a discarded monument for me for about 25 years .. glad I am enjoying it again.

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Wow!! @Sehnsucht

That is powerful

Decadian

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❤️💕 @Silenus ....

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@Faith-and-HopeAre you missing @Silenus too?

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Yes @Appleblossom... haven't heard from him for a while ....

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dear @Sehnsucht

Hi, good to see you, great poem.....read it before and been thinking about it since.......

agree with @Decadian @Appleblossom

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cyberspace

is a place

of infinite double mirrors and

gaudy bells and whistles

an empire of distraction

swimming with frozen faces in

galleries of virtual friendship

blinking hellos and goodbyes.

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