Group Therapy

[lazariuk]

sometimes I hear things like, "Sure, he does all these mean nasty things, but deep down, he's really a great guy!"

And I never know what to make of such things.

How about making a poem of it, in which what you hear makes sense.

[Manna]

I don't know. Haven't much felt like writing poems lately.
It comes and it goes. It's a thing that I keep in the back of my head.

[che]

"It's a thing that I keep in the back of my head."
Manna, I think I call this a pony-tail

[lazariuk]

"It's a thing that I keep in the back of my head."
Manna, I think I call this a pony-tail

I would think a french braid

[Manna]

I've been spotted with both, though not simultaneously.

[damellon]

Manna
When I get spotted simultaneously, I call it a rash.

[daka]

Hello Raggletagglegypsy

I come here
to see if you too know these things

I won't give you the trite encouragement "Hang in there!"
I will give you the less trite encouragement "Hang in Here!"

We do know these things, or maybe to be more correct, we can't know your things because they are your things, but we know similar things to your things, which may help you and us.

I liked your poem, and I liked the responses to it, and it solved a mystery for me, which you will find in my attempt at a succinct response


GROUP_THERAPY

I have been a therapist
And I've been therapied
The brightest and the best
Have had a go at me

It hurt like hell, I tried to hide
I wouldn't run away
The truth would out, for all to see
All to see but me

I learned to face my fear
Get more honest, and more brave
I played a silly game
Because there was no face to save

We're mistaken and mislead
Down the twisted garden path
With the weather and the leather
To the bitter Grapes of Wrath

From the poisened pedagogy
We recover one fine day
Our long suffering Tsunami
It will finish like a play

This forum felt familiar
Couldn't focus, couldn't see
Now I've got it figured...
It's good group therapy
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After years in the "group" game
And changing my dress
I thought I was fixed
But I got depressed

Happened in England
I don't understand it
I'm tempted to lay
The blame the Brits ......('cause I'm Irish)

I recovered quite quick
Thank god and Buddha too
I thought I knew depression
That was my profession!!!!!!
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I'm sorry, I can't give a spontaneous qualified opinion to anyone suffering from depression. It's still an unsolved mystery to me. It's late and I'm tired and don't trust my mind. I will re-read the threads. Maybe something will come to mind... tomorrow. Like everything in life depression comes and goes. Like the many mysteries in life, some get solved, some don't.

At least I solved one mystery today... why I feel so "at home" here, in this forum!!!!!!

Where else can I go to get a mixture of brutal, caring, spontaneous, and honest and almost instantaneous feedback when I need correcting, or humbling, (or very occasional complimenting)... for free too!!!!!!!!

[damellon]

pbshel67 - raggle wrote ' How little we know of each other'. I think you've proved him/her wrong.

[damellon]

Aren't you exhausted yet?
You have me worn out

[lonndubh]

Aren't you exhausted yet?
You have me worn out

My daughter has taken an interest here and we are both exhausted

[damellon]

Hi Lonndubh
Did she/you read the poem at the beginning of the thread?
If so, what did ye think of it?

[Manna]

Is "ye" the plural of you in Ireland, like "you guys" in much of America? (Except of course,in Pennsylvania, where it's "yous" or "yuins" and south thereof where it's "ya'll.")

[lonndubh]

Is "ye" the plural of you in Ireland, like "you guys" in much of America? (Except of course,in Pennsylvania, where it's "yous" or "yuins" and south thereof where it's "ya'll.")

Yes Manna we say ye or yis or yous and indeed ya as in 'did ya hear that. All of course considered very bad grammer

[lonndubh]

Hi Lonndubh
Did she/you read the poem at the beginning of the thread?
If so, what did ye think of it?

Demellon -In true 'pbshel67 style' a seperate post.
My daughter was facinated by the continuous posting of the said pbshel67.
She went back to count and I think stopped at 20 .
Such dedication.
I did read 'group therapy 'and thought it was an Ode to despair .
How many times I had travelled that road and here I still am on this wet humid July day .
Probably a universal theme
Once to have lived life without question
Now every second counts