What writing means to me.

Writing gives me the freedom to express how I feel when I am at my most confused and vulnerable. The support and encouragement that I get from my 'Writing to Recovery' group gives me the opportunity to really explore the conflicting, overwhelming emotions that come from being on this journey. Through attending these meetings, I have re-discovered my passion for writing, and it has now became an invaluable coping mechanism for me. From subjects such as writing what I'm grateful for, to admitting my deepest, darkest thoughts, each piece of writing takes me a step closer to understanding myself, and hopefully towards even liking myself. I look forward to each meeting and enjoy listening to other's work, as well as sharing my own.
Writing has now became part of my routine, and I am eager to publish more of my work on this website as my confidence continues to grow. This opportunity came along at exactly the right time for me, and it has definitely boosted my self-esteem, as I now realise just what I am capable of if I can only just believe in my own ability. I am so proud of myself for taking this step towards my recovery, and I would highly recommend attending a 'Writing to Recovery' session. If there are people out there who are as unsure about writing as I was, even just reading some of the uploads on this website is an ideal starting point towards bringing you one step closer to recovery... and who knows, it may even inspire you to start some writing of your own.

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An Ongoing Process

I look upon recovery as being an ongoing process, as I think I for one will always strive for progress. In recovery, there is no right or wrong, but to move on from somewhere unpleasant you have to be incredibly strong. You will need to com...

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depression,
Recovery

Being kind to myself- an open letter to me, from me.

Well done Lisa. You did it. What seems like the biggest feat, wasn't really all that hard to beat. you got out of bed , wearing a smile, even though you could've easily stayed there for a while. You woke the kids up, got them fed and dressed, sa...

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wellbeing
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The injustice of not being heard, seen, validated.

I remember one day in primary school. It must have had quite the impact because I've never forgotten it (40 odd years later, give or take ;-)We were doing some sort of spelling/geography quiz....name a place and ask someone to spell ...

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anger,
childhood
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My Experience of Anger to Date...

I haven't felt anger for years, I've managed to numb myself from it.  I was always told to not get angry! A forbidden emotion when I was growing up.  If I did get angry, I was made to feel completely and utterly ashamed w...

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Hope,
Anger
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The Deepest Sorrow

I wish I felt anything but anger when I see a pregnant woman, affectionately caressing the home in which her baby grows safely. Pain wears the veil of anger so as not to be seen. It buries itself deep in the heart of me where it is safe fr...

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depression,
anger
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