Push pus out

By watedroplet


Our body has a unique mechanism to deal with things that are called foreign. If something like this happens to occupy a space, our body starts to battle like a worrier laying down all its valiant T-cells along. This becomes the yellowish-white exudate rising over the skin. This is known as the pus.

So, is this pus our friend or foe?

This pus is a sign that our body is having something unwanted and we need to attend it. The moment we see the pus we try remedies to remove it and relieve ourself from forthcoming toxic reactions and sepsis. That means we start attending to the needs of our own body.

Within this body lives our soul. Does this soul to get attacked by foreign particles forming the pus?

Yes, our soul to gets hurt when someone says something that attacks our inner world. Our soul also starts fighting against each allegations that have been fired to us filling us with negativity, fear, anger, anguish, rage etc. This makes us ache a lot. 

Do you all also feel the same?

Yes, this is the sign that our soul is seeking our precious attention.

This is the time we need to peek into our inner being and see what is foreign to it. Push out the pus of anger, rage, malice etc. off your soul and cleanse it.

Give it the time and space to heal and become well.

This is where we need our mental health wail.

As the gong of mental health rings, we should start exploring the sickening scale and the causing agent in the vicinity. 

So, in this mental health month let us join our hands and discover our keys of true health not just physical health.


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