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As with most forms of therapy, writing therapy is adapted and used to work with a wide range of psychoneurotic illnesses, including bereavement, desertion and abuse. Many of these interventions take the form of classes where I wrote on specific themes randomly chosen. Some of my work include writing unsent letters to selected individuals, alive or dead, but there are no imagined replies from the recipients. I wrote my deepest thoughts and feelings about the most traumatic experiences of my entire life or an extremely important emotional issue that has affected me and my life. In my writing, I have really let go and explored my deepest emotions and thoughts. I have tied my topics to my relationships with others, including parents, lovers, friends and relatives; to my past, my present and my future; and to who I have been, who I would like to be and who I am now.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013
By Sharon Dorival on Friday, July 29, 2011 at 7:42am
All lost in gloom one day I started singing this song. I sang it for weeks or maybe months.
“On top of old Smokey,
All covered with snow
I lost my true Lover,
Come courting to slow
Well courting's a pleasure
But parting is grief
And a false hearted lover
Is worst than a thief.
A thief he will rob you,
And take all you save
But a false hearted lover,
Will send you to your grave.
He'll hug you and kiss you,
And tell you more lies
Than crossings on a railroad,
Or the stars in the skies.”
Some women thought I was grieving the love of my life. How odd I thought of them. Me grieve? Why? Life is so beautiful! Why should I be sad?
One day Mrs. Jacob told me “You should call him. Ask him what’s up?” I looked at her as if looks could kill. You know old people always know things. Somehow they find out stuff and you don’t know how. They even look like they have been there. What the heck? They are old. I am young. What could we have in common? They are old fashioned and I model the bling and swag. So why do they poke their noses into my life? Or are they simple Know It All’s!
By Sharon Dorival on Thursday, July 28, 2011 at 4:17pm ·
“I was in there once and I nearly lost my mind. Thank God I had a doctor on my side. I will not take part in your scheme. I have enough going on. So please take a hike! I am ready to hit the track. If you want to tag along you are free to do so. Your scheme might not work because there are too many of you. I don't know why you are doing that to yourself. If you have a question, go ask your parents. If you don't understand my puzzle, go ask my parents if you like. But I am sure they will be up here to get me quicker than you think.”
These were the words of Tiny Laura as she ran away from her friends. Weren’t Bernadette, Lucia, Kevin and Gill her friends? What was going on? “Take a hike!” I repeated in my head. The words played in my head “But I am sure they will be here to get me quicker than you think.” Who are they? “Go ask my parents if you like but I am sure they will be up here to get me quicker than you think.” These words buzzed in my head for days. Hmm I was now curious and wanted to find out what was happening to Tiny Laura. Why was she so angry and running away from our neighbour’s children?
By Sharon Dorival on Tuesday, July 26, 2011 at 3:12pm
I was taught this beautiful song in Primary school by my Grade Three teacher and I often contemplate on the words. It is very relevant and I wish bullies would listen to the words and take it to heart like I did so many years ago.
“Do you ever really wonder?
About the angry things you say?
Could you try and make them better
Or even turn and walk away?
When you feeling cross and know it
Turn it over in your mind
Try a different way to say it
You don't have to be unkind.
When you feel your temper rising
You should always be on guard
Keeping calm is not so easy
Being cross is not that hard.
When you really feel like shouting
Stop and count to ninety-two