I’ve come to realize that there are two versions of me. Not literally, but metaphorically. The angel and demon on the shoulder that we often see in movies and cartoons, kind of do “exist.” They run circles in my mind.
At times it feels like they are boxing each other for control. The fight to have a good day starts with them. The things that I can say about myself are so destructive.
It was for a long time impossible to not give in to the darkness. I have felt so little value in myself for most of my life, with accolades and awards being nice, but never enough.Read more on themighty.com