Bipolar When It Counts

{August 4, 2012}   Writing

Today I feel like writing. I’m just not sure yet what I want to write. I have stuff in my computer to work on, plus poetry. Always poetry. It’s been my salvation so many times now. Just when I think I can’t cope with any more, I pick up my pen and the words just flow out. It’s almost like I’m not the one in charge. The words just appear in my head unbidden. I can’t say no to it. And once it starts, I can’t stop writing until I reach the end. But I do not determine the end. It is controlled by that same unknown force that pushes me to write in the first place.

Writing is cathartic to me. It has allowed me to open up, to see my moods in a different way. It takes me outside if myself, and allows me to breathe again when I feel I will suffocate.

My blog, sporadic though it may seem, does the same thing. By putting out there the jumble in my head, I am able to think more clearly. And trust me, if you think that the things I share are bad, just think of what I must be holding back. That is the stuff reserved for my journal and my poetry.

On the Pendulum board, we’ve been discussing creative pursuits. What about you, dear readers?  Do you have any creative endeavours that you would like to share?

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