#healingthroughwriting

[marksmusingsuk]

One Week In: A New Perspective

It's been a week since I truly committed to writing, and already, I can feel something shifting inside me. Putting my thoughts into words has forced me to slow down and reflect in a way I never have before. It's as if I'm seeing life through a different lens—one that sharpens the details I used to blur out in the chaos of everyday life.

Writing has made me realise how much I used to take people at face value. I never really stopped to consider their struggles, their quiet victories, or the battles they fight behind closed doors. Now, I find myself looking deeper, listening more, and understanding that everyone has a story to tell. It’s easy to judge or make assumptions, but when you start to see people as complex, layered beings, compassion becomes second nature, although this will not take my focus away from putting myself first. 

I’ve also started to notice changes within myself. The emotions I used to bottle up now have an outlet. Instead of letting frustration or sadness weigh me down, I pour it onto the page, and in doing so, I feel lighter, freer. Writing has given me a way to process my feelings rather than bury them. It’s a release, but also a tool—a way to understand myself better, to make sense of my experiences and turn them into something meaningful.

My motivation is building, slowly but surely. The more I write, the more I want to do something meaningful—not just for myself, but for my two children, my close friends, and the people who matter most. I don’t want life to just happen to us; I want to take control, to shape a better future, to create something that leaves a lasting impact. Whether that means supporting my friends in their own journeys, showing my children the power of resilience, or pushing myself towards new opportunities, I know I need to act.

I’m also becoming more aware of the little things—the moments of joy, the signs of progress, the way small acts of kindness can have such a huge effect. Before, I might have overlooked these things, too focused on what was going wrong or what I didn’t yet have. But now, I’m seeing that every positive step, no matter how small, matters.

I don’t have all the answers yet, but for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m on the right path. Writing has opened my eyes, and now, I just need to keep moving forward. This is only the beginning, and I can’t wait to see where it takes me.

[joitotheworldstuff]

Coping with Negative Feelings: Strategies That Actually Help ✨

Life comes with its highs and lows, and sometimes, negative emotions hit harder than expected. Whether it’s stress, sadness, frustration, or anxiety, we all have moments when we need to process and release what we’re feeling. Over the years, I’ve learned that avoiding negative emotions only makes them worse—so instead, I’ve found healthy, productive ways to cope. Here are some of the strategies…

[christianornot]

When My AI Became Part of My Therapy

I’ve always used my AI as a tool — a way to refine my writing, check my grammar, help me organize my thoughts, and dig into research. It’s been invaluable for my blog, almost like a collaborative partner that makes sure my words flow and my points make sense. But lately, it’s been something more.I’ve found myself using my AI not just as an editor or researcher but as a sounding board. A place…

[ritz68]

The Healing Power of Self-Letters: Write, Reflect & Grow

[twohid3]

A Pen that Rewrites Grief: A 60-Day Devotional and Healing Journal

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Heal Your Heart, Rewrite Your Story: A 60-Day Devotional Journey Through Grief Has grief left you feeling lost and unsure of how to move forward? "A Pen That Rewrites Grief" is your gentle companion on the path to healing. This 60-day devotional and journal offers daily reflections, comforting messages, and practical action steps to guide you through the complexities of loss and rediscover hope. Embrace Each Day with: Thought-provoking reflections to spark introspection and understanding. Uplifting messages and prayers to offer solace and support. Actionable steps to encourage your healing and growth. Ample journaling space to capture your emotions, experiences, and personal insights.

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Over 60 Days, You Will: Navigate the emotional landscape of grief with compassion and self-care. Uncover meaning and purpose in the midst of loss. Nurture your well-being through practical self-care practices. Embrace the possibility of joy and a brighter future. This is your journey. Let the words in this book resonate with you, and leave behind anything that doesn't serve your healing. Use the journal pages to express yourself freely, ask questions, and document your progress.

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With "A Pen That Rewrites Grief," you can rewrite your story, one stroke at a time. Transform grief from a burden into a catalyst for growth, resilience, and a renewed sense of hope. This book is perfect for: Anyone grieving a loss Individuals seeking emotional and spiritual support Those looking to cultivate self-compassion and well-being Start your healing journey today.

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[the-feral-quill]

The Dutiful Daughter

I played the role of the dutiful daughter, I dotted every "i" and crossed every "t." So then why did it have to be me?

Why did I have to be the one you betrayed, The one whose heart you broke in every single way? I believed beyond all reason, I hoped beyond all hope, That my intuition was wrong.

I played my part so well— Why couldn't you do yours? To protect me, to love me, to cherish me.

Instead, yet again, The pain was too much? You had to cope?

What about me and all the pain you put me through? What about how I was coping? I was doing better. I was getting somewhere. You threw my hard work and crushed it— Again.

I played my part so well, So why does it hurt so much? You called me on my birthday And told me singing wasn't worth it, That I wasn’t worth it. My love was never going to be enough for you, It was never going to heal you.

The drugs were your medicine, And my pain, the remedy. I know you're not happy, But I can't stay here. I quit this part.

I was the dutiful daughter Whose only sin Was loving her father with all her heart.

[elainem01]

Did You Know?

Writing Can Reduce Stress: Writing about stressful events, even in a journal, has been shown to lower anxiety levels, reduce emotional distress, and help with trauma recovery.

[smagger02]

Please consider submitting 💚💌

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Soldier's Last Post Shaina Tranquilino November 7, 2024

Philip Connor sat alone on his porch, the dawn just starting to edge over the hills, casting a faint light on the rows of fields stretching out beyond his farmhouse. The mornings had become his time—quiet, unburdened by the chaos that lingered in the darker hours of the night. He cradled a cup of black coffee, its warmth steadying his shaking hands, hands that had seen too much.

It had been three years since his final tour, but the memories of that last deployment clung to him like an unseen shadow. Night after night, he was yanked back to that place, forced to relive the sounds, the smells, and—most painfully—the faces of his fallen comrades. He’d seen counselors, taken medication, and tried every form of therapy he could find, yet peace seemed as distant as the deserts he had left behind.

Then, one morning, an idea struck him like a flash of lightning: letters. He would write to them, his fallen friends—Jack, Marco, and Ben, and all the others who hadn’t come home. He didn’t know why the thought had occurred to him, but it brought a calm he couldn’t explain. That very afternoon, he sat down at his old wooden desk, took a deep breath, and put pen to paper.

“Dear Jack,” he wrote, “You were the best of us. Always quick with a joke, always there to calm us down when the days turned dark.” He poured himself into the letter, letting the words carry his pain, his anger, and, yes, his gratitude. Writing was hard at first, and at moments he felt silly, foolish for talking to the dead. But he kept going, each word giving him a sense of relief he hadn't felt in years.

Each morning brought another letter. He wrote about their shared memories, the laughs, and even the arguments. Each word, he realized, was a step forward—a small release of the burden he carried.

“Dear Marco,” he penned another day, “you were the first to step forward, always ready to shield the rest of us from the worst of it. I want you to know that I’ll never forget your courage. You taught me what it means to be brave.”

One by one, he penned his thanks, and one by one, he let each friend go. Each letter transformed his pain, giving it a place outside himself. He knew these were more than just letters; they were his way of paying tribute, his way of healing.

As the last letter was finished, Philip felt something shift inside him, a gentle release. The weight that had pressed against his chest was lighter. There was an unexpected peace, fragile but real, the beginning of something he had long thought impossible.

One morning, after the final letter was sealed, Philip walked to the nearby hill where an old oak tree stood. He buried the letters beneath its roots, each one a tribute, a silent promise to live for them. As he stood beneath the morning sun, a feeling of warmth and stillness washed over him.

For the first time in years, Philip Connor felt like he was home.

[lhitil]

Echoes of the Unspoken

Enthroned in silence, I strive to voice the ineffable,A quest to unveil the veiled, in whispers not yet audible,Hoping the words would gallop out of my mind like a chariot of fire,To tell about something I feel in my bones, and which can be experienced in those bones,But my thoughts fail me when I need it the most to comb through and search me,I tell people I’m busy not in a way people…

[chasingsakina]

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[crystalwritesthings]

Enough.

And just like that she was done

Done with the aggravation

Done with the instigation

Done with the degradation

Disintegration

Manipulation

Just like that she was done.

@crystal_writes_things

[erato-was-here]

Cat Eyes and Weeping Beauty - companion poems

Have you ever seen her happy, Curled like a cat In the deepest corner-crease She can find? Her hair is messy, wild Around her ears; Flyaway strands that reach for the daydreams That play behind her cloud-eyes. She can be reading, watching, Just sat quietly listening, Or thinking up a world all her own. And if startled, she’ll look up at you, With her sky-eyes, And for just a moment She’ll be blank. And then. A smile will curl the corners of her lips And her nose will scrunch up just so And her heaven-eyes will Open and close oh-so-slow. And that is cat-like too.

Have you ever seen her sad? Her face is as disappointing As a beautiful thing can be; Your heart sinks with shame To have been a part of the cause Of that face, flushed pink With bee-stung lips reddened From the worry of teeth And hair curled From the motions of restless fingers.

I’ve never seen a wild thing so sad, With dark spiked lashes that frame Pleading eyes of shattered glass, Eyes that remember promises whispered In the night’s safe silence And broken in the harsh morning light. Behind her the room is overturned, Comforting blankets and beloved trinkets Scattered Like memories on the floor. Her paints are spilling from the desk; My pen lies in a forgotten corner Across the room. The flowers bought after our last argument Had just begun to wilt: A single creased petal Poised to fall.

[drdeeknight]

Tell the story that heals you, so other’s opinions aren’t your measuring stick. Write the book that’s healing to you, first, that breaks your heart open and let’s light in, that soothes your soul first, then brings wholeness to others. This is how I know what I’m working on now is needed. I needed it. Do what it is you need, give yourself what you’re in need of, and others will benefit, but other’s won’t dissuade you. [image text: a quote by Nikki Giovanni that says, write the book that you believe in. End image text.] ✨ #nikkigiovanni #quote #writethebook #believeinyou #healyourselffirst #believeinyourself #rescueyourself #healyou #healyourself #healthyself #youareworthit #youareworthy #youdeserveit #youdeserve #thehealingcollective #thehealingcollectiveAL #hopeandhealing #healingthroughwriting #healingthroughart #writingcommunity #journalingcommunity #therapistsofinstagram #psychologistsofinstagram #healingothers #healingyourself #focusonyou #focusonyourself #itsnotselfish #focusonhealing #youareenough https://www.instagram.com/p/CVYFx03lzFQ/?utm_medium=tumblr

[berteena]

need time to digest spirit crushing wintertime misfortune and blues #haiku #senryu #poetrycommunity #healingthroughwriting (at Emory Saint Joseph's Hospital) https://www.instagram.com/p/CIzJuERH_Hr/?igshid=u77ix6n7xe7b