In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A tale of Hate and Love it tells.
Emotions clash in fierce disdain,
Their battles fought in heart's domain.
Hate, a tempest, storms with might,
Its venom poison, eroding light.
It festers deep, consumes the soul,
Leaving naught but a bitter toll.
But Love, a beacon in the night,
Glimmers softly, ignites the fight.
Its gentle touch, a healing balm,
Restoring hearts, bringing calm.
Hate breeds division, sows despair,
Love unites, mends wounds with care.
Yet Hate persists, a relentless foe,
Spreading discord wherever it goes.
Love's tender whispers, sweet and kind,
Seek to heal the wounds of the mind.
It weaves a tapestry of grace,
Embracing all in its warm embrace.
Though Hate may roar, Love's voice rings true,
Breaking chains, bringing life anew.
For in the end, it's Love we choose,
To conquer Hate, and hate to lose.
So let our hearts be Love's abode,
And cast away the heavy load.
For in Love's light, we find our way,
To a brighter, kinder, gentler day.
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$#*£ Resilience
I was going to relax this evening. Tune out, hunker down, look after myself. I need it. I am exhausted. Thoroughly used up. And it's only Wednesday. Not even half way through the week. A week that in the UK, is Mental Health Awareness week. I don't know who decides these things, who gets to co-opt a day, a week, a month, and declare it a thing about a thing. But I do know a lot about mental health. I know a lot about mental health AND I know a lot about working for the UK's National Health Service. And so it was with interest that I clicked play on the below video, earlier today. By the time I finished, I was in tears.
By Hannah Moore6 days ago in Psyche
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