The Monster in You.

#TMIY

When a friend of mine asked me my opinion about this thing “ The Monster in You”; I told her I would get back to her by the end of the day. Well, that day was a long bad day and I just slipped that thought into a never-coming future. My mind has these very peculiar things running inside it and I was mentally not free enough to give attention to “The Monster in You”.

The past couple of months, I kept complaining about the way things were going on in my life and that is all I was doing. I did nothing. I did nothing to resolve the issues that were making me constantly grumpy. I don’t know how to describe it and I don’t know that I will ever find ways to describe it. I didn’t know how to cope with the things that made me miserable. Days went by and I was suffering alone.

Why?

Because someone inside me wants to share nothing. I guess that’s the monster in me.

That someone inside me is always pulling me back when I want to share my pain. Just like the virus mutates, the monster in me, which is eating me alive, started mutating. I can name them for you. Here we go, we can call them anxiety, irritability, stress, and oh! oh! this one’s my favorite- “insomnia”. These are the monsters that reside in me that make me a bad person.

Wait, I let them make me a bad person.

I wasn’t ready to accept that fact.

A felony isn’t the only thing that makes you a bad person or a monster. An individual self that isn’t capable of trying to make themselves better is also a monster. I don’t know I am just blabbering here but hey..the trauma is true and the pain is real. I might not be specific here but all I can say is that there’s a monster in every single person. We can’t just kill it right away but we can take help right? We can take help to sabotage that little bastard inside us..right?

It's an ugly fight. You don't need to fight this alone.

People who love you can be your sword.

They can be your army, if you let them.

I am trying.

I am healing.

I am trying, sharing.

#TMIY#Share#heal.

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