My beautiful mind of pleasure

Where words of laughter cascade

Where thoughts digest and assimilate

Where emotions are on parade

My beautiful mind of pleasure

Where from within its walls, it creates

Where noise resounds in silence

Where self-talk and soliloquies drive debates

But my beautiful mind of pleasure

Can shatter in just one day

Fragmented by storms of bad thoughts,

From gushes of bad news, negativity, low self-worth

Rushing in like the angry sea

Relinquished by the tide

Thoughts that devastate

In the worst possible way

Eating away from inside

But I have found bricks,

To rebuild my broken mind

Although mountainous,

I will take one brick at a time

The first, I will call ‘Recognise the signs.’

The second I will call ‘Talk to Someone’

The third I will call ‘Permission to Cry’

The fourth I will call ‘Permission to be Positive.’

The fifth I will call ‘I am Resilient’

The sixth I will call ‘I am Precious’

The seventh, I will call ‘Focus on Happy.’

The eighth I will call ‘Accept the Things I Cannot Change.’

The ninth, I will call, ‘Surround myself with Positive People

The tenth I will call, ‘Go for a Walk.’

The eleventh, I will call ‘Sleep.’

The twelfth I will call ‘Gratitude.’

The thirteenth I will call ‘Imagination.’

On the fourteenth, I will mark it ’Sadness’ for refuse collection

The fifteenth, I will call, ‘Lend a Listening Ear.’

If you have other bricks, then please do share.

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