Thank God For Words!
It’s been a busy week, with counselling on Monday, and that stirred the emotions up a bit (and then some!)
The rest of the week has been spent collating poems on O.C.D. and anxiety for an anthology.
I’ve put ten of them in to a book on Amazon.
The self pitying ones from a couple of years ago were immediately dismissed. Deleted for all time.
Whilst they communicated my feelings in the moment when I read them again this week I found them too depressing.
They don’t sound like me.
Maybe they weren’t truly me, as they were written in the uncompromising grip of anxiety that I found terrifying.
Anyway, the other poems were surprisingly hopefully, defiant at times. I seem to have written repeatedly that I’d fight the illness and that I would break it down before it broke me.
It’s reassuring that at my lowest ebb I still had faith and hope enough to speak with a strength that I thought I didn’t somehow possess.
And here I am, yes, with a long way to go but on the right path.
For me, as well as the medical therapy, the talking about the old hurts, the reprocessing of memories, I have my writing and my imagination, there are no limits in my stories and that is a form of therapy in itself.
I can’t imagine not having the ability to express myself in words.
Thank God that I can.
Have a great weekend.
Anxiety, O.C.D. and Me available at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00K1ETRSG