I sit here and wait as my thought go blurry.
Loving you is hard and it just feeds my fury.
I want to give you my heart but you shove it back in my face.
I want to rip it apart and then you will put me back it back in place.
Have I angered the snake that sits inside your mind?
Have I awoken the beast?
Have you turned unkind?
What happen to the man that said he’d be there with me through it all?
He disappears and I’m left with not even a call.
I hate you.
I love you.
Why do you think I’m so blind?
Stop fucking around, messing with my mind.
I’m this close to walking away and wiping my hands clean of you.
Be careful what you say.
I will not be your slave.
It’s me I have to stay true to.
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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 Moorea day ago in Psyche
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