There are days you’ll fight the demons alone, and you’ll win by a landslide.
There are days you’ll fight the demons alone, and you’ll barely escape intact.
And there are days you’ll try to fight the demons alone, but someone won’t let you. A person will climb the stairs and find you. They’ll put their arms around you and kiss you, and they’ll assure you the demons are not who you are.
The person won’t run at the sight of your craziness; they won’t get annoyed at your need for reassurance. They will press you into them, like you are the most precious thing the world has ever made, and they will say “I love you, and I’m not going anywhere”.
Those words will become like a sword in your arms, a weapon with which to fight the darkness, and the demon will wither in the presence of its warmth and light.
You will win, together.
Some days, you won’t fight the demon alone, I promise.