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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

I'd like to think I've learned a few things about life. But I'm continuing to make tedious little mistakes.

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

One Sentence Poem

 

When the first birds

sound and the morning

is still dark blue,

 

in that threshold place,

lives a breathing miracle:

this planet in motion.

 

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Home

be it humble

 

There's no place

Without shelter

 

Only the wild

Live truly in nature

 

Like a bear

I am drawn to

 

A cave and

Hibernation

 

In the cold

Hard glare of daylight

 

Blinds closed

There is quiet

 

Until the next

Twilight awakening.

 

Former-Member
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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Lying here
Motionless
Longing for
The end
Looking up
The ceiling
Little stars
Flickering
My eyes
Motionless
Following
The stars

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

There are no words

There is no song

To discribe this journey I am on

Its hard to hide 

the pain inside 

Ive wrestled overwhelming waves

And struggled back to shore

Ive trod the deepest valleys

sat in darkness and so much more

ive lived the numbs

ive lived the feels

fears tears and isolation

Im dressed in shame

and wear it well

Lost in my story

Lost in hell

And in the mirror 

Someone I see

Nothing now resembles me

Pain is taking always breaking

every move I make

crushed and shattered all my pieces

no longer form a path

lost abandoned perfect misfit

looking for my crime

and in the pain and breaking

Im the one who's doing time.

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Hearing you @Maggie ..... 🌷💕

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Silence:

No more voice
Or rejoice
No more tears
It's just all fears

I try to scream
Is it just a dream
No it's all silent
Quiet and frozen

Emotions are still
Numbness is real
I'm scared for tomorrow
Cause the emotions are gone

I'm fighting it tonight
I just can't get it right
Anger sadness happy
There's nothing it's all crappy

To feel numb is like a nothing
It feels like you're a nobody
Because you can't feel
It's a big deal

Emotions are real
Tears have stopped
Happiness has gone
I fear somethings wrong


Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Sitting here isn't real
Don't know what is real
The stillness of the day
The sun is beaming through
I don't even know what I'm writing
Just stuff coming out of my head
It's hard when you feel so alone
No one talks to you
No one cares
So many people talk to each other
Snd leave me out
I feel like a nobody
Like I'm invisible
Csnt they see I'm there
Hello I'm here I can see what you're doing
It doesn't matter I don't care
Yes I do
I'm confused
People are clicky
They have their groups
I was always the outer
I never belonged
Was it because of my childhood trauma
I didn't trust or believed
I'm a lost little girl
And now it's all too late
It's all gone
It's never coming back
I don't know what I'm writing
It's all in my head

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

It’s all in your heart @BlueBay .......

Hearing you ....,,

💐❤️💐

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

Silence is a killer
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