Finding Peace in Poetry: My Journey Through Insomnia and Therapy
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Chapter 1: The Healing Power of Words
Throughout my journey on Medium, I have opened up about my life experiences, sharing my thoughts and emotions with a community that resonates with my quirks. I proudly acknowledge my complexities, which likely connect us, drawing you to this blog.
I have been commended for my candid, heartfelt poetry, as well as the rhythmic structure I employ in each piece. While the appreciation I receive is gratifying and encourages me to dive deeper into my past, I must confess—sleep eludes me.
This isn’t a complaint; writing is my passion. Crafting words brings me immense fulfillment, and I aim to spark a conversation on a subject that many writers may relate to but haven't yet explored.
Poetry has always served as my outlet for expressing my innermost feelings and thoughts, acting as a form of self-therapy. However, I find myself contemplating whether I should seek the guidance of a professional to address the emotional hurdles I currently face.
Section 1.1: Acknowledging My Struggles
I realized over a year ago that life can take unexpected turns, even when things appear to be going well.
Life's challenges continue to test us. As the saying goes, what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.
Section 1.2: The Night of Reflection
Imagine this: It’s 11 PM, and I’m polishing the final lines of a poem reflecting my heartache from a breakup that happened five years ago. Yes, I’m still processing that experience. I recite my completed work, and suddenly, I’m filled with pride. I believe I’ve crafted something special.
I submit it on Medium, hoping for the best. After shutting down my laptop and completing my nighttime routine, I settle into bed, enveloped in darkness, accompanied only by the soft hum of the air conditioner.
Then, an idea strikes me, followed by a persistent worry. It’s not just the fear of life’s unpredictability keeping me awake; it’s the pressure to enter my poem in a competition or share it with my supportive writing group back in Louisiana.
My anxiety has given rise to a new cycle of restless thoughts, robbing me of the sleep I desperately need. While my writing has eased some fears, my aspirations and expectations are now the culprits of my insomnia. The harsh reality of anxiety prompts me to reconsider the effectiveness of my self-therapy. Perhaps it’s time to seek professional help. What do you think?
Chapter 2: Seeking Support and Understanding
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