Writing is cathartic!

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Meredith Gibraltar talks of how writing about her sorrow helped.  But which way of writing helped the most?  Cheers!

As you know my cat Echo has passed.  It is a time of great sorrow for me.  I wrote about it in two blogs, a wrote a poem and a wrote a similar scene in the book I am writing.  Of all three the writing of a scene in a book was the most cathartic.  Cathartic means providing psychological relief through the open expression of strong emotions.  Crying is cathartic.  Well yesterday writing a scene in my next book was the most cathartic.  It was as if I was reliving the anguish as I expressed it in a character in my book.  When I write my book I often loose myself in the character.  I was gripped by the sorrow and relived it as I wrote it down and had a sense of relief after I was done.  But the large sense of relief only came after writing my book and only marginally when writing my blogs or my poem.  It was interesting.  I think it was because I wrote what the woman was saying, reliving my own sorrow in her words.

I have said it before.  Write a book.  Especially if you suffer from anxiety or depression.  It can be just 20 pages.  Or even longer.  Or just start writing and see how long the book is.  In mine a woman has a depression and just lost her cat.  Another gripping scene was written this morning where she is overcome with fear because she is being followed (fiction) and because she lost her cat.  It was all too much for her.  Again I was wrapped up in the story and feeling her sorrow.  Again it was cathartic.

Write my friends, write.  And heal as you go one.  Never stop fighting!  🙂

photo credit:  Kaitlyn Baker on Unsplash.

Courage…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about courage for her book Martha.  Cheers!

I felt terror!
It pressed my head into my pillow!
I struggled to lay still.
I struggled to stay calm.
But it was all in my mind.
I read a book.
A romance.
It talked of voices.
And people believing in them.
I thought that’s what I do!
Could the voices not be real?
Are they all in my mind.
With courage I checked.
With courage I stopped listening.
With courage I dared!
It is all in my mind!
But still I fear.
Now it’s everyday things.
But the fear is less.
With courage slowly I heal!

I fear…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem for her book Martha.  Sorry I didn’t post on the weekend!  I lent my computer to my daughter.  Terrible!  I survived.  Cheers!

I stand before my fear.

My feet firmly planted on the earth.

My heart strong.  My back strong.

I stand before my fear.

You will not take me today.

I know you for what you are.

It is all in my mind, my fear.

In my mind in the deepest fathoms.

But I free myself. 

With help I free myself!

I face my fear.  It is all in my mind.

I fear no more!

Courage…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar shares a poem called Courage…it is for her first book Martha.  It hints to some of the dilemmas she faces on a daily basis.  Cheers!

I fear.  I stand.

I stand before my fear, scared.

It takes all my courage to face my fears.

I face my fears with hope and courage.

Everyday is a battle for me.

A battle that requires hope and courage.

I hold my imaginary dagger.

Ready to fight any evil that comes my way.

I now have the tools to fight you.

I think of my dagger and feel the cold steel beneath my fingers.

With my courage I face my fear.

My courage is also my weapon.

With my courage I face my fear.

I stand and do what I know I must.

I feared so much as a child.

Now I heal and work out that fear.

That fear for my life.

That fear of what took place so long ago.

It is hidden deep within me.

Hidden and has lain dormant for so long.

Slowly I heal.  I face that fear.

I have courage and hope.

Courage and hope for the future.

I will heal.

Courage…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about courage.  The book is slowly coming along.  I am almost at the end.  Slowly I write.  Cheers!

It takes all my courage

To face my fears.

Sometimes I just hold my breath

And do what I have to do.

Sometimes I bury that fear so deep

That I am not aware of it.

But I fear.  Daily I fear.

Now I trust in myself.

And I trust in God.

That trust runs deep.

No one is interested in me.

No one notices me.

What a relief!

It was all so real before.

But it was like a dream.

Not real.  Real is now.

Real is that no one is interested in me.

No one.  No one.

I am alone.

Theo…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about Theo the second section of her book called Martha.  I am still working on a subtitle.  I’ll keep you posted.  Cheers!

Theo.

A time of fear.  A time of love.

You gave me the confidence to step out.

To step out while I feared.

You made me smile.  You made me laugh.

The joy I felt helped ease the fear.

The joy I felt gave me confidence.

The joy, Theo, the joy!

Antoine I fear…a poem

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem for the second section of her book, Theo.  The book is called The Dominant for now.  Cheers!

Antoine I fear.

I fear you!

This gives you strength.

At times I am frozen in fear.

You cut and eat human flesh.

You rape women, men and children.

I fear.

I lay frozen on the ground before you!

I feel my sword.

I feel the helm.

I stand.  No longer frozen.

I stand and fight!

I will not fear.

I will fight!

I come awake…a poem

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem for the second section Theo of her book The Dominant.  It is part of a major change in the book and gives a hint to the reason why I am writing this book.  Cheers!

I come awake.

I finally see.

Is it real?  Are you real Theo?

What if it’s all in my mind?

The danger.  The fear.

What if it’s all in my mind?

But.

What if it’s real?!

Can I take the chance

With lives at stake!

Can I take the chance God?

What if it’s real?

I write to heal.

I write to express the inner demons.

The inner demons in my mind.

I write to heal!

May God help me!

I am awake!  I think?!

I write…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about herself again.  There was a glitch.  I write about writing.

I write.

I am calm.

The words calm me.

I fear and am calm.

I love and am calm.

The belief in the good and love saved me.

Calmed me.  Soothed me.

The words reflect my fear.

The words reflect my love.

Slowly I heal.

 

I am writing one book called The Dominant.  Sections of that book are called Stephan, Theo and The Dominant.  I have decided that my first book will be all three of these sections.  Stephan was not long enough to be a book on it’s own.  Theo is the section that I am writing now.  Stephan was a labor of love.  Theo is all work!  I have put the section The Dominant on hold while I write Theo.  Cheers!

I write…a poem.

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Meredith Gibraltar writes a poem about herself and writing.  Cheers!

I write to free my soul.

I fly with delight.

I am freed of the oppression.

I am freed of the fear.

I fly so high.

I write.

I suffer from anxiety.  Much of what I write reflects the fear that I feel in my own life.  It also reflects the love that I have felt in my dreams.  Cheers!