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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@Mazarita@Hope that you are winding down and enjoying the feeling of being elsewhere ...

I think you get what I mean by that 

would you you believe I don't know how to copy and paste frome here!

I could ask @Eth who is having computer lessons..

or I could  just resort to pen and paper  

 

 

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To friends and family... a small note to assist in reading my at times rather intense posts...

I am gifted-cursed with bipolar... it intensifies everything, both high and low... my depressions... don't ask... my hypomania... don't tell... hahaha...

When I write about personal wisdoms that have been revealed to me through adversity, pain, and internal anguish, I am on the rise from a depression...

Here's how it works, because bipolar peeps work biochemically different in brain and body compared to the "norm"...

If I'm depressed, I'm a ninja... you won't hear or see me... I am disconnected, lost, alone, floating away in darkest space... I will write nothing, answer no phones, respond to nothing...

When I am on the rise, then I write of my journeys through heaven, hell, and beyond... that is the short window where I can function "normally"...

Then I rise too high into hypomania, and am lost to altered states of consciousness... writing and communication in general become impossible, as the inner chaos and speed of thought and fluid emotions make it almost impossible to still hold on to planet Earth...

So... when I am writing, I am well... I am a writer, after all...

Sending hugs and happy vibes to you all, my friends and family, for I am currently in that small window where I almost appear to be human...

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hello @Silenus

whilst I do not understand your own unique illness and sufferings...I do understand your analogy of the small window...

for me it is usually I have the edge of fingertips hanging onto the top of the abyss...I can see some light from above...

as you know it does pass if we are able to focus on that light....

sending you thoughts that I can see your sihouette at that small window....am looking up and wanting to let you know that I am there in spirit..

you are a strong man with many giftsHeart

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πŸ’œπŸ’πŸ’• @NameUnknown ..... although it’s nowhere near enough ......

I hear you and my heart hurts for you ..... but I am proud of what you achieved too ..... and you have achieved so much ..... and you still give even when you can’t forgive .....

Hugs .....

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When I came into this world, it hurt you

I was a daily reminder of the torment you had suffered

Still you chose to keep me around

As I grew you tried to give me a perfect family

But when I turned three, the fates betrayed you

Now I was damaged the same way you were

 

You tried to stay strong and be a mother

But it all got too much and they took me away

I missed you everyday

In the care of others, I was hurt, abused and neglected

 

When I turned 6 I was placed with my sister and brothers

I got to be with you once a week and I was happy

But they turned me away and the torment continued

 

When I was 7 almost 8 they let us be together again

But you were different, something wasn’t right

The mother I knew just wasn’t there

You drank and took things that you thought made you happy but they made you sleep

 

You let a man in the house who used your habits to his advantage

You left me alone and vulnerable

I had to do what he wanted to protect my sisters

But I kept faith you would save me

 

How wrong I was, instead you let it continue

As long as you were happy you didn’t want to protect us

Eventually you tried to leave us behind

You went to hospital, didn’t you love us anymore

 

Police tried to lock the bad man away

But he was out within days

I was scared and hurt and feeling betrayed

But I still loved you mummy, I just wanted you back

 

We went into care and were separated

I drifted between carers while others tried to adopt my brothers and sisters

But you didn’t let them, I knew you still loved us

While you fought to bring us home to you, I was being robbed of my childhood

 

When I was 9 my best friend ended her life

When she wasn’t at school, I went to her house to find her

The scene that I saw will haunt my memories forever

I rushed back to school and called her mother

I asked if she was sick because I was too scared to tell her

 

When they told us at school I pretended it was the first I knew

When the medical report came out with the time of death I crumbled

Her mother tried to comfort me saying she was dead when I called

But she didn’t know I went to find her, I could have saved her

The guilt kept me from attending her funeral

Where were you mum, that’s when I needed you

I felt so alone, where were the people who loved me

It was all too much, I couldn’t handle any more heartache

I decided to leave this world 

 

When I woke a week later, I was in the hospital

When I was released 2 days later I was put in a home with my siblings

I was so happy to be with them

 

I was angry at you mummy, where were you

You didn’t come when I needed you

But I decided to forgive you because I still loved you

 

They decided to keep me with my brothers and sisters

Hoping that it would help me mentally

But I wanted to numb the pain, so I stole some of the carer’s alcohol

When I was drunk I was happy, isn’t that what you taught me

I was able to enjoy life and forget the past

But I started to lose more than that

 

I was losing time, what was happening to me

Even though I know now that I have issues

I still can’t tell if back then was my head or the drinking

But I did see a recurring pattern

You always said that you loved me and would protect me

But every time that I have needed you, you were gone from the scene

 

I still loved you and forgave you again

Especially when you said we were going to be a family again

A few weeks later you brought us home with you mum

We were all together again and everything was going to be okay

 

But the happiness did not last long

At just 12 years old it was like I was a mother to 5

I cleaned, I cooked and made sure they made it to school

When I wasn’t playing mother, I was destroying the child within in me

I would skip class and getting drunk with friends and exploring each other’s bodies

I lost my innocence when I was 3 so why not my dignity too

 

You didn’t care or notice as long as I came home

I felt like ending my life so many times but I didn’t

What would have happened to my siblings if I left them like that

 

I had to stay strong, I needed to eliminate those thoughts

I had to be there for them, at least till they needed me no more

So, I kept myself going for them

 

When I was 14, I met my boyfriend, he brought the light back in my life

But the closer we got the less you liked him but I was so desperate for your approval

I kept trying to help you like him because needed him

But I was still so attached to you, I needed you to approve

I graduated year 12 and I had never seen you prouder

For a day I had my mother back, but it wasn’t going to last

When I was almost 19 when I fell pregnant, I thought you would be happy for me

But you made me feel like a disappointment but you eventually came around

After a difficult pregnancy I had a beautiful baby boy

My brother had a baby to and so did my sister

For a while you seemed to care again and the kids adored you

But you met someone new and went back to your habits

My baby is 5 now and so far, he is enjoying his childhood

It is so hard for me to let you be a part of his life

But I do because I still love you

But even though I want to

I can’t forgive you again

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There should be an email from the moderators explaining why @NameUnknown, and what alterations you need to make so it complies with whatever guideline it needs to.

If you haven’t received that email yet, then click Reply on the notification for my post and it will take you to team@saneforums.org where you can ask about it.

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thanks @Faith-and-Hope

i got it just took a bit to come through

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πŸ’œ @NameUnknown .....

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Huge hugs, @NameUnknown

Breaking the patterns of the past, this is the greatest victory...

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When we are lost in our own anger, our own pain, our own internal conflicts, how do we respond to another person's anger, pain, and internal conflicts? Well, fairly unsurprisingly, we respond with more anger, pain, and conflict...

What if there were another way?

External conflict stems from internal conflict, projected outwards into the world through our words and our actions...

First, we learn to evolve beyond inner conflict, by applying love, compassion, patience, and a growing self awareness...

Then we are able to engage with the world again, and to project a calm and compassionate loving peace to all of existence...