Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

Filters...

Isn't it amazing how many red cars there are on the roads?

Now all of a sudden you notice all the red cars when before you did not.

Filters...

Our brains are incredibly adept at filtering the raw data that our senses provide. What we see, what we hear, what we smell, even what we taste and what we feel, all of it is selectively provided by the brain to our conscious awareness.

In the process, a surprisingly large amount of sensory data ends up on the cutting room floor. "Sorry, kid, you didn't make the cut."

We would be overwhelmed if the floodgates opened and the brain's filters let all of the information in.

Filters...

Try to become aware of some of your filters. There are many things much more beautiful and needing of your attention than red cars...

Awareness...

That is the key.

[Silenus]

The ultimate challenge and reward for someone who is hurt and in pain? Not passing the hurt and the pain on to another. That is one of the greatest gifts a wise person can give.

[eudemonism]

Not a person in sight. Apart from the person. Hiding behind the window.

Reality is such a dull and numb place. Where nothing exciting and ever happens.

Boredom, loneliness, negativity. A perhaps the odd bit of hope.

I dare say. All and everybody's lives. Will have been. Lived in vein. At the end of the day. And lived in a truly self centred way. No matter what the scripture for your play. It's sad. And it's irrelevant. Because we most likely, know, no other way.

A sad existence. That is destined for death. Is all we really have. In this world. The afterlife. In my opinion. Will be amounted too. Being remembered. And having stood for something. That was bigger then you. Which gave you the odd bit of hope. Too carry on your journey. Through this sad and lonely life. Which is destined for death.

An abyss of nothingness. Is what waits for us all. And too get there. We must navigate. This worthless reality. That some say is a gift. - I welcome the silent darkness of eternity. Too a duel. Of right. Between. Wrong. And truth. Between. Belief.

Eude.

[BlueBay]

I like your post @Silenus
BB xx

[Former-Member]

@eudemonism

I saw that you had posted something on here and thought that I would have a look..

Some very strong feelings coming across .....you have expressed your meaning well...

I am trying to think of a poet who used to write in a very similar style and his name escapes me...

hmmm have to stop trying to remember...then his name will pop into my head hopefully

keep on writing...a very good way of releasing pieces of our experiences...

[eudemonism]

I just got my aqua phase depot injection of psychiatric drugs @Former-Member

[Silenus]

Hugs @BlueBay 🙂

Hugs one and all...

Plurry hot here, for the first time this summer. North of us has been copping it for months, south of us too. But we've had a lovely breeze most of the time (15 mins drive to the sea... yay 🙂 ) and it's been relatively mild.

Nice to get a bit of wilting heat too, just to remind you what summers in Oz are all about...

Thankfully it is lovely here in Emerald City... the tomatoes might be cooking on the vine, but as soon as I get a shade house built, all my fruit and veg will be able to grow and thrive, even on wilting days like this... 🙂

[eudemonism]

The scoundrels and mongols of the mental health system. All deserve to be put to death. They are the enemy of the innocent person. Poor people. Pay taxes. So well paid people. Can control them. Every mental health system worker. Is the enemy of every victim. And the friend of every abuser. Who has ever been.

[Silenus]

Hugs, @eudemonism

[Silenus]

The only thing that stops me being fearful is my excitement, and the only thing that stops me being overexcited is my fear... there is the yin and yang... there is the balance... there is the middle path...