Tuesday, November 6, 2018
The sooner we make friends with our demons, the better off we will all be. By friends I mean they need to be acknowledged and dealt with on an individual basis. For example, I lived with with two women for a time in the 90's. One was hefty, shall we say, while the other was either at her job or jogging her dog before bed. I mean to tell you, this woman ran her dog every day after work and after that she went right to sleep to get to her job early. One day i caught her taking a swig of juice from the fridge and asked, "Do you ever just stop and rest?" She told me that if she ever stopped and thought her depression would get the best of her. She had the idea that if she just stayed busy her demons, in this case depression (among other things), would leave her alone. We parted after she moved away with some guy. My demons are many and for the longest time I not only fed them, but i ran with them straight into the abyss... and a little bit further. They still have their ways with me, but none of those ways include alcohol. They have other ways by which I can hate myself.
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