Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[Silenus]

Thank you, @Former-Member

Ever the light of love shines through...

Much peace and love to you... 🙂

[frog]

@Silenus your words are powerful, true and healing. Thankyou.

[Silenus]

Thank you, @frog 🙂

My words help me to heal and cope... they may not always be right, but they are right for me... hahaha...

One of my greatest hopes is that others find some worth in my words... life is a journey after all, and it is always a delight to see fellow travellers sharing the path...

[Former-Member]

hello @NameUnknown

You are incredibly brave.....

you never gave up your love for your siblings and desperately sought love that should have been yours from your mum 

you are now a mum yourself and will be the best mum for your own child..

I sincerely wish you peace..serenity and so many special moments in your life moving forward...

Please do not for one moment ever blame yourself.....

you are amongst people who care and will support you on these forums...

you have a gift for writing also

[Former-Member]

yes @Silenus

we must learn to forgive and love ourselves....

the growing self awareness...patience..compassion follows..

then we can project calm..inner strength...inner peace...

we can help ourselves and others to find a sense of belonging ...

love your writing ...

[Silenus]

This poem concerning my father comes from a powerful realisation that my father's traumatic childhood forced him to be too strong too young.

He came to hate weakness, and hated it when he saw it abundantly in me. My genetically disadvantaged body gave me hypermobility and bipolar, and every time I was sick and broken, my father made it feel like it was my fault.

A sad misunderstanding...

The title of the poem refers to a poem we would recite in Swiss German... the rough translation is "Good night, sleep well, and dream sweetly of sour wood apples."

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Holzapfel
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My father hated weakness,
And therefore he hated me;
The apple is not strong enough
To fall far from the tree.

[Former-Member]

hello @Silenus

your childhood appears to be on a parallel of that of my older son...

father son relationship between the two was more about intense love hate...

they could not communicate in any shape or form...yet could not be apart from one another for too long...

The contrast with my son's relationship with myself, his mum was extreme....I have and never will give up or stop loving my son...

I hope that you have a strong relationship with your mum...

[NameUnknown]

hi @Former-Member,

to be honest it was a task set by my psych to write an honest letter to my mother even if she never sees it. I didnt realise till about halfway through it read like a poem 

[Shaz51]

Hugs @NameUnknown 

[Former-Member]

hello @NameUnknown

thank you for your response...

a good idea from your psych...

she does not need to see it...

I had been told the same re unresolved issues in the past with my family...

my effort read nothing like yours..

there are so many feelings that come through when I read your words...you would have many feelings..

it reminded me of a poem that I wrote to my first psychiatrist during my first hospital stay.... whilst he was away overseas for a long period......the style of questioning after phrasing each feeling...

I hope that you keep on expressing yourself through writing...painting...drawing...creativity...